Lilith

Piece from small collection of Scottish witch poetry I'm creating for my masters.

May God smite thy devilish beast,
Whose heinous grin glints when licked
By the two-pronged tongue
That quivers with abhorrent glee.

Thou repulse me,
O’ sinful creature,
Inflict me with a terrible malaise;
Insufferable loathing held for thy maker.

Go forth and perish in thy endless inferno,
First set alight by He who fell to the depths of
Ruin.