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[Part III: of Caine]

My wrathful cries of
Filled that dismal
I tore at my flesh and drank my tears

I glanced up
Appearing in a myriad of
The archangel Gabriel shimmered
Like the moon in my
mercy even to the damned

But why?

He spoke of a
The of Golconda
From my children could once again
Inhabit the

Without word, he disappeared
And I
I had awakened at

Then the bright-eyed
Taught me how to hide the eyes
Of those who to hunt us
How to obedience
And respect

Soon I found attaining (yet) greater powers
I could forms, control all beasts and perceive
sight

Eventually I had to abandon
And flee from the barren of Nod
Set out to procreate my
children shall inherit the night

[Part IV: zillah and the

Of all my children, so beloved
My sweet Zillah, so desired
Her tender skin, her blood so
I was mesmerized by her enchanting

But she would from me, she had no love to me
I'd provide could keep her satisfied
So I to roam the wilderness alone
the whispering trees, a wrinkled crone I did see

Crone: 'My can make thee win her heart
Drink of my blood then we'll

Caine: (foul) blood I drank for many nights
And indeed became my wife'

Crone: 'The elixir bound thee
My serving thrall thou be'

Caine: 'But after a year (and a day) her (on me) had gone
With a stake through the heart, I her to the dawn'