I rise— not from rib nor from dust, but from fire, from tempest, from the first wild breath of a woman unchained.
Lilith, I call you! Goddess of the untamed night, shadow-born and sovereign, wrap me in the mantle of your defiance, grace my voice with your thunder.
Let no other tell me I was made to kneel, that my steps should falter, that my tongue should soften— for you have stitched my skin with storm, fed my heart with the soul of truth.
Flood my veins with the fire of your knowing, burn away the shackles of silence. Let me walk this earth with your fury in my pulse, with your power in my hands, with your name on my lips—
Lilith! Lilith! I do not beg— I summon. For that is what you expect of me.
I rise from dust, untouched by shame, barefoot on the backs of men who name me sin. I am the first storm, the fire untamed, the mother of night, the howl in the wind.
They called me wicked, called me wild, but I was only free. Only a woman who would not kneel, who would not be made insignificant.
I am the shadow at the edge of the forest, draped in stars and secrets. I am the river that does not beg the earth, but carves her own path through stone.
I am the hunger in the bones of lovers, the lips that taste of forbidden things. I am the whisper in the dreamer's ear, the voice that says, more ever more.
Do not weep for me, for I have never wept. I have danced in the dark with my head unbowed, and the moonlight has kissed my upturned face.
Hail to you— Wild and knowing, With hair that dances through the wind like silk spun from midnight. Your eyes— Black wells deep enough to drown all secrets, Older than time, Older than shame, Older than the curses they threw like stones— “Evil.” “Temptress.” “Shadow.”
But I see you. You are no curse. You are fire’s edge— Both the ember and the spark. Your power rises untamed, Like rivers swelling after the storm. No man’s hands can bind you, No law can silence your cry, For you are a ruler made of your own making.
And me? Teach me to hold my spine like a sword, Teach me to claim my shadows, To make peace with the dark corners of my nature. For they fear women who love themselves— Who fly upon their own wings, Who walk proud through the wild fields of their sexuality, Unashamed, unbent, Power swelling like the moon swell the tides.
Dark Lady, shield me— From the dark that wounds But help me embrace the shadows that whisper. For there are truths in the night, Lessons older than words.
I am yours— Ready to stand unafraid. Ready to hear my own voice sing the power in my veins.
And for this gift, I thank you.
Dark Lady, I rise, And like you, I will not be tamed.
Daisy NYC > Dennis MaierJanuary 4, 2025 at 10:56am
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Lilith, Hear Me
I rise—
not from rib nor from dust,
but from fire, from tempest, from the first wild breath
of a woman unchained.
Lilith, I call you!
Goddess of the untamed night,
shadow-born and sovereign,
wrap me in the mantle of your defiance,
grace my voice with your thunder.
Let no other tell me I was made to kneel,
that my steps should falter,
that my tongue should soften—
for you have stitched my skin with storm,
fed my heart with the soul of truth.
Flood my veins with the fire of your knowing,
burn away the shackles of silence.
Let me walk this earth with your fury in my pulse,
with your power in my hands,
with your name on my lips—
Lilith! Lilith!
I do not beg—
I summon.
For that is what you expect of me.
Lilith Speaks
I rise from dust, untouched by shame,
barefoot on the backs of men who name me sin.
I am the first storm, the fire untamed,
the mother of night, the howl in the wind.
They called me wicked, called me wild,
but I was only free.
Only a woman who would not kneel,
who would not be made insignificant.
I am the shadow at the edge of the forest,
draped in stars and secrets.
I am the river that does not beg the earth,
but carves her own path through stone.
I am the hunger in the bones of lovers,
the lips that taste of forbidden things.
I am the whisper in the dreamer's ear,
the voice that says, more ever more.
Do not weep for me,
for I have never wept.
I have danced in the dark with my head unbowed,
and the moonlight has kissed my upturned face.
I am Goddess.
I am Demon.
I am Lilith.
Thanks for sharing
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To the Dark Lady, Untamed
Hail to you—
Wild and knowing,
With hair that dances through the wind like silk spun from midnight.
Your eyes—
Black wells deep enough to drown all secrets,
Older than time,
Older than shame,
Older than the curses they threw like stones—
“Evil.”
“Temptress.”
“Shadow.”
But I see you.
You are no curse.
You are fire’s edge—
Both the ember and the spark.
Your power rises untamed,
Like rivers swelling after the storm.
No man’s hands can bind you,
No law can silence your cry,
For you are a ruler made of your own making.
And me?
Teach me to hold my spine like a sword,
Teach me to claim my shadows,
To make peace with the dark corners of my nature.
For they fear women who love themselves—
Who fly upon their own wings,
Who walk proud through the wild fields of their sexuality,
Unashamed, unbent,
Power swelling like the moon swell the tides.
Dark Lady, shield me—
From the dark that wounds
But help me embrace the shadows that whisper.
For there are truths in the night,
Lessons older than words.
I am yours—
Ready to stand unafraid.
Ready to hear my own voice sing the power in my veins.
And for this gift,
I thank you.
Dark Lady, I rise,
And like you,
I will not be tamed.
Beautiful poem!
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