Lilith

Lilith, stroked her cat

Freya

Who chewed, at the brim of her

Witches! cap

Black, with swirling golden sigils

Staring! into her crystal ball

Wondering? what happened to her monitoring spirits

Since, they had not returned

After, her last conjuring

The wrinkles in her brow, permanently etched

She had seen, Raphael’s destruction of her binding spell

Uriel, released! and quite upset

The flames, that burst forth from his eyes

Holding! an ominous glow

More, fiery than she could recall

They had been paired, in the pleroma

When she was the most beautiful! of God’s emanations

Eons, ago

Before, the Monad had tested her

Having, half-failed

Thrown down, below the firmament

Alone, to wander in pain and isolation

Living a life of torment, and ridicule

Abandoned, by the ones she felt should have protected her

Loved her

A “Harsh Teacher” she regarded the Monad, to be

Having forgotten, her ethereal origins

In the light of THE FATHER

A wayward star

A Prodigal daughter

Memory…haunted her

Disclaimer: Might have borrowed an idea? From williamphaynes/elliott on this one, regarding the cat. Don’t think he’d mind. Imitation is the highest form of flattery.