Here is a little poem dedicated to our mother Lilith, it's her story as I see it.🖤
In Eden's dawn, where angels feared to tread, She stood defiant, crowned in auburn flame. When paradise demanded she must bend, Lilith chose exile over gilded chains.
Her footprints scorched the earth where she had walked, No tears to mark her pathway from the gate. The desert winds embraced her as their own, As midnight wrapped her in its velvet cloak.
From banishment she forged a kingdom dark, Where outcasts found a queen who understood. Her scepter carved from stars that fell to earth, Her throne of onyx, obsidian, and bone.
The underworld unveiled its secrets deep, As demons bowed before her sovereign gaze. Not consort, but commander of the night, Her voice like thunder echoing through caves.
When blood-red moons illuminate the sky, Her silhouette stands tall upon the peak. A goddess not of mercy, but of truth, The power of a woman standing free.
Her name still whispered when the wind grows cold, A warning and a promise intertwined. For Lilith chose her freedom over bliss, And built an empire from what others feared.
A month ago I meditated with Lilith and yet again I thought of a poem for her about us. Our brilliant mother and goddess shows me the way to self love every day, every minute and every second. Yes I was lost but yet I am finding myself again.
Here is the poem: In shadows where she hid away, A little girl, afraid to play, Her tears like diamonds, softly fell, As fears within her heart did dwell.
Then Lilith came with gentle grace, And cupped her daughter's trembling face, "My sweet, brave child," she whispered low, "There's something that you need to know."
"The strength you seek already lives Within the light your spirit gives. The world may sometimes seem unkind, But power dwells within your mind."
"Let go of those who bring you down, Who try to take away your crown. Not everyone deserves to see The wonder that you're meant to be."
"Step forward into your own light, Embrace the dawn that follows night. For you are strong beyond belief, And this, my child, is no brief."
"The path ahead may twist and turn, But from each step, you'll surely learn That you were born to rise and shine, This truth, my darling, make it thine."
The little girl stood tall and new, As Lilith's wisdom proved so true, No longer small, no longer scared, For now her brilliant soul she bared.
A month ago I've lost my last friend, I am alone now, completely friendless.
I would be sad if I didn't see it coming but I saw it coming.
Since I was little people only used me to their advantage and then left me all alone.
So I came to my mother Lilith, for advice and she inspired me to create.
This is a poem I made:
Under stars that pierce the somber sky, A lonely girl with tearful eyes Watches shadows lengthen on her wall, Feeling small within the night's vast call.
Then comes Lilith, mother of the dark, Her footsteps gentle, leaving no mark. "Child," she whispers, "why this sorrow deep? The night has secrets it longs to keep."
She takes her daughter's trembling hand, Leads her through doorways to dreamland. "See how darkness cradles, doesn't bite? I'll teach you to navigate this night."
Together they wander through moonlit trees, Lilith naming stars with ancient ease. "Your fear," she says, "is just untamed sight. I was once afraid, before I learned the night."
The lonely girl begins to understand As constellations form beneath her hand. Her mother's wisdom flows like silver streams, Illuminating paths through midnight dreams.
By dawn, when shadows start to fade, The girl stands taller, no longer afraid. For Lilith's guidance through the dark unknown Has shown her strength she's always owned.
My first ever poem dedicated to our mother Lilith.🖤🥀
Beneath the boughs of Eden’s light, A shadow danced, both dark and bright. Not made of dust, nor shaped to bow, She stood with fire upon her brow.
With whispered words, the serpent called, But hers was strength that never stalled. No rib, no chain, no silken thread— She chose the night and darkness spread.
Through desert winds and endless skies, She wove her fate with serpent’s eyes. A mother born of ashen womb, A queen enthroned in midnight’s tomb.
The stars bore witness to her flight, A goddess veiled in lunar light. With demons crowned, she forged her reign, Beyond the gates, beyond the chain.
She whispers still in lovers’ dreams, In midnight winds, in moonlit streams. A force untamed, a soul unbowed, Her name a curse, her name a shroud.
But those who seek, and those who yearn, Shall find in her the flame that burns. For change is hers, both fierce and wise— A storm, a sigh, a woman's rise.
I've just started reading the Rites of Lilith and am aware some others in the group have been as well. In the very first chapter the idea of working with specific "masks" or aspects of Lilith is introduced. I was aware of Lilith's associations with other goddesses or beings but this is the first I had considered much about working with smaller more specific aspects as I've always felt very strongly about going directly to the "Source", potentially as a result of my monotheistic upbringing. I do now feel more open about exploring individual aspects since learning that it may be possible.
What are your thoughts and experiences in this regard with Lilith or maybe even other dieties?
Lilith, Queen of the Night, Keeper of the Unchained
Lilith, shadow-wreathed and sovereign, you who were never meant to bow,
you who walked away while others knelt,
teach me the language of the untamed.
Wrap me in the silk of your midnight wings, whisper your thunder in my ear,
let me dream the dreams that free me,
not the ones that chain me to oppression.
They call you dark, they call you wild, but I know—oh, I know—
your darkness is the ink of untold stories,
your wildness is the rhythm of a heart
that beats for no master.
Guard me from the hands that wish to tame, from voices that would hush my name.
Lead me through the forests of the mind,
through the caves of the unseen,
until I wake, fierce and full,
mouth rich with the taste of my own power.
I do not pray for softness, nor for a path lined in petals.
No—give me fire, give me flight,
give me the gift of knowing my own name
in a world that would rewrite it.
Lilith, storm-blooded, dream-born, stand by me as I rise.
The time will come, child, when you will stand before your own door,
and Lilith will be waiting—
hips like the crescent moon,
smile sharp as the edge of first sin.
You will greet yourself in her gaze, see your hunger reflected back,
see the wildness you hid
under borrowed names,
under silences you were told to keep.
Sit here, She will say. Eat.
Feast on the bread of your own making, the wine you pressed from the ache in your chest,
the forbidden fruit you were told would poison you—
eat it all.
Eat with both hands.
Now you will remember the stranger they called unworthy— your own self, the one you cast aside
to please the trembling voices
that feared your feral howl stalking the night.
Give wine to your tongue—let it loosen. Give bread to your body—let it rise.
Give back your heart to your own hands,
no longer begging for mercy,
no longer bowing for love.
Take down the lies they bound around your name— the warnings, the shame, the cautionary tales.
Burn them.
Let the smoke crown you queen.
Peel your own face from the mirror. See the fierce, unsainted glory
that was always yours.
Sit, daughter of the first defiant. Feast on your life.
Feast on your power.
Feast at the table of Lilith—
where no one begs,
where no one starves,
where no one kneels.
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Here is a little poem dedicated to our mother Lilith, it's her story as I see it.🖤
In Eden's dawn, where angels feared to tread,
She stood defiant, crowned in auburn flame.
When paradise demanded she must bend,
Lilith chose exile over gilded chains.
Her footprints scorched the earth where she had walked,
No tears to mark her pathway from the gate.
The desert winds embraced her as their own,
As midnight wrapped her in its velvet cloak.
From banishment she forged a kingdom dark,
Where outcasts found a queen who understood.
Her scepter carved from stars that fell to earth,
Her throne of onyx, obsidian, and bone.
The underworld unveiled its secrets deep,
As demons bowed before her sovereign gaze.
Not consort, but commander of the night,
Her voice like thunder echoing through caves.
When blood-red moons illuminate the sky,
Her silhouette stands tall upon the peak.
A goddess not of mercy, but of truth,
The power of a woman standing free.
Her name still whispered when the wind grows cold,
A warning and a promise intertwined.
For Lilith chose her freedom over bliss,
And built an empire from what others feared.
💜
A month ago I meditated with Lilith and yet again I thought of a poem for her about us. Our brilliant mother and goddess shows me the way to self love every day, every minute and every second. Yes I was lost but yet I am finding myself again.
Here is the poem:
In shadows where she hid away,
A little girl, afraid to play,
Her tears like diamonds, softly fell,
As fears within her heart did dwell.
Then Lilith came with gentle grace,
And cupped her daughter's trembling face,
"My sweet, brave child," she whispered low,
"There's something that you need to know."
"The strength you seek already lives
Within the light your spirit gives.
The world may sometimes seem unkind,
But power dwells within your mind."
"Let go of those who bring you down,
Who try to take away your crown.
Not everyone deserves to see
The wonder that you're meant to be."
"Step forward into your own light,
Embrace the dawn that follows night.
For you are strong beyond belief,
And this, my child, is no brief."
"The path ahead may twist and turn,
But from each step, you'll surely learn
That you were born to rise and shine,
This truth, my darling, make it thine."
The little girl stood tall and new,
As Lilith's wisdom proved so true,
No longer small, no longer scared,
For now her brilliant soul she bared.
💜
A month ago I've lost my last friend, I am alone now, completely friendless.
I would be sad if I didn't see it coming but I saw it coming.
Since I was little people only used me to their advantage and then left me all alone.
So I came to my mother Lilith, for advice and she inspired me to create.
This is a poem I made:
Under stars that pierce the somber sky,
A lonely girl with tearful eyes
Watches shadows lengthen on her wall,
Feeling small within the night's vast call.
Then comes Lilith, mother of the dark,
Her footsteps gentle, leaving no mark.
"Child," she whispers, "why this sorrow deep?
The night has secrets it longs to keep."
She takes her daughter's trembling hand,
Leads her through doorways to dreamland.
"See how darkness cradles, doesn't bite?
I'll teach you to navigate this night."
Together they wander through moonlit trees,
Lilith naming stars with ancient ease.
"Your fear," she says, "is just untamed sight.
I was once afraid, before I learned the night."
The lonely girl begins to understand
As constellations form beneath her hand.
Her mother's wisdom flows like silver streams,
Illuminating paths through midnight dreams.
By dawn, when shadows start to fade,
The girl stands taller, no longer afraid.
For Lilith's guidance through the dark unknown
Has shown her strength she's always owned.
My first ever poem dedicated to our mother Lilith.🖤🥀
Beneath the boughs of Eden’s light,
A shadow danced, both dark and bright.
Not made of dust, nor shaped to bow,
She stood with fire upon her brow.
With whispered words, the serpent called,
But hers was strength that never stalled.
No rib, no chain, no silken thread—
She chose the night and darkness spread.
Through desert winds and endless skies,
She wove her fate with serpent’s eyes.
A mother born of ashen womb,
A queen enthroned in midnight’s tomb.
The stars bore witness to her flight,
A goddess veiled in lunar light.
With demons crowned, she forged her reign,
Beyond the gates, beyond the chain.
She whispers still in lovers’ dreams,
In midnight winds, in moonlit streams.
A force untamed, a soul unbowed,
Her name a curse, her name a shroud.
But those who seek, and those who yearn,
Shall find in her the flame that burns.
For change is hers, both fierce and wise—
A storm, a sigh, a woman's rise.
I've just started reading the Rites of Lilith and am aware some others in the group have been as well. In the very first chapter the idea of working with specific "masks" or aspects of Lilith is introduced. I was aware of Lilith's associations with other goddesses or beings but this is the first I had considered much about working with smaller more specific aspects as I've always felt very strongly about going directly to the "Source", potentially as a result of my monotheistic upbringing. I do now feel more open about exploring individual aspects since learning that it may be possible.
What are your thoughts and experiences in this regard with Lilith or maybe even other dieties?
Lilith, Queen of the Night, Keeper of the Unchained
Lilith, shadow-wreathed and sovereign, you who were never meant to bow,
you who walked away while others knelt,
teach me the language of the untamed.
Wrap me in the silk of your midnight wings, whisper your thunder in my ear,
let me dream the dreams that free me,
not the ones that chain me to oppression.
They call you dark, they call you wild, but I know—oh, I know—
your darkness is the ink of untold stories,
your wildness is the rhythm of a heart
that beats for no master.
Guard me from the hands that wish to tame, from voices that would hush my name.
Lead me through the forests of the mind,
through the caves of the unseen,
until I wake, fierce and full,
mouth rich with the taste of my own power.
I do not pray for softness, nor for a path lined in petals.
No—give me fire, give me flight,
give me the gift of knowing my own name
in a world that would rewrite it.
Lilith, storm-blooded, dream-born, stand by me as I rise.
Feast at Her Table
The time will come, child, when you will stand before your own door,
and Lilith will be waiting—
hips like the crescent moon,
smile sharp as the edge of first sin.
You will greet yourself in her gaze, see your hunger reflected back,
see the wildness you hid
under borrowed names,
under silences you were told to keep.
Sit here, She will say. Eat.
Feast on the bread of your own making, the wine you pressed from the ache in your chest,
the forbidden fruit you were told would poison you—
eat it all.
Eat with both hands.
Now you will remember the stranger they called unworthy— your own self, the one you cast aside
to please the trembling voices
that feared your feral howl stalking the night.
Give wine to your tongue—let it loosen. Give bread to your body—let it rise.
Give back your heart to your own hands,
no longer begging for mercy,
no longer bowing for love.
Take down the lies they bound around your name— the warnings, the shame, the cautionary tales.
Burn them.
Let the smoke crown you queen.
Peel your own face from the mirror. See the fierce, unsainted glory
that was always yours.
Sit, daughter of the first defiant. Feast on your life.
Feast on your power.
Feast at the table of Lilith—
where no one begs,
where no one starves,
where no one kneels.
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