"They never made a proper term to describe us."
She began.
The candle light
Flickered
In the warm
May breeze
She swirled the liquid in her cup,
She said it was wine.
It looked more like gold.
"But, still, they tried..."
Sucubus
Siren
Demon
Her lips curved around the word,
Almost
Fondly.
It made sense her name was
L
I
L
L
I
T
H
Lillith
But, when she placed her glass down, she stared up at the moon, her amber eyes glistening, almost bright yellow.
Witch.
I don't remember the rest of the night,
But I know it was filled with kindness I've never known,
And it smelled
Like jasmine
And gardenias.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC
"They never made a proper term to describe us."
She began.
The candle light
Flickered
In the warm
May breeze
She swirled the liquid in her cup,
She said it was wine.
It looked more like gold.
"But, still, they tried..."
Sucubus
Siren
Demon
Her lips curved around the word,
Almost
Fondly.
It made sense her name was
L
I
L
L
I
T
H
Lillith
But, when she placed her glass down, she stared up at the moon, her amber eyes glistening, almost bright yellow.
Witch.
I don't remember the rest of the night,
But I know it was filled with kindness I've never known,
And it smelled
Like jasmine
And gardenias.
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