Poetry

In a storm of yellow fallen leaves
A pure snow white doll slowly walks, 
She is heading to where the cruel demon lives
Trough a hoarde of majestic black hawks.

With her beautiful innocent dress
Like an angel, among the fallen
Her soul shall soon become a mess
A flower with sweet delicious pollen.

The demon from over a mile away
Sensed her smell and evily grinned
He no longer could wait and stay
And so, his body was blown by the wind.

Humans cursed her and took away thou soul
Lilith.. the forest would whisper
Animals would backwords crawl.
And you wonder, who could help her? 

Her body was now an empty vessel
Perfect for the hunt of a demon 
She'll scream in death's carousel
Soon be joining the dark legion.

On an empty field they meet 
The demon  harshly attacks
'A royal way to greet'
Surrounding her, an orb stacks.

'I am Lilith', her voice the demon ignored
'What will happen next i did foresee'
And so the demon gets absorbed
'I am your mistress and forever I shall be.'