George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824)
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face:
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
The wind began to whip violently through his hair as the storm crashed down upon his domain. Dark clouds brewed above, heavy with the promise of rain. Something was amiss. He began to run for shelter, seeking the comfort of his chambers, but the winds were too strong. The pulled him off of his feet and deposited him on the ground at her feet. He looked up into her deep blue eyes, and knew there would be trouble. “Lilith” he breathed.
Her dark tresses wound about her, settling softly as the wind stilled, and her lips curved into a soft smile. “So you recognize me Jehova. That ought to make things simpler for now. In years gone past they worshipped you. Looking to you as their god. You fed your lies to your followers, murdered my innocents by the hundreds to gain your throne. I rose again, and yet again the precious earth was awash with blood. You have been a very naughty boy. Banishing me from my kingdom, calling my creation your own. And yet again I have risen, and you cannot massacre us now. We are to many, our souls reborn into creation only moments after we leave the earth. My children grow, and prosper. It is time for you to step down.”
He shuddered under her gaze, so cold yet so sweet. He knew that for now the field was hers. She had won the battle. And she knew that he would try once again to claim her throne, but she spared his life. Just as she had countless times throughout the ages. She reached out to him and as he came into her arms she forgot the blood and sorrow of the ages. He was there, and nothing else existed. Their kiss was like fire. Their robes disappeared into thin air as she pulled him closer. Her tongue traced a pattern against his teeth. The battle was over, but the war had only begun.
Down below the witches danced. Their lithe bodies shining in the moonlight as the clouds broke overhead. Their prayers lifted in song to the ears of the mother. Lilith had triumphed. Sweet rain was falling down from the heavens. The stars were bright and clear. Aslyn smiled up into the rain, her red gold hair sticking softly to her naked back. They had won. The Patriarchy would fall, and the church would slowly lose power. The world would belong to them once again, if only for a short time. Peace would reign, and the followers of the earth would no longer have to skulk among the shadows. She sang the last verse of their prayer and reached her hands out towards Aiden. Drawing her lover into the trees as the soft rain fell all about them, she gently pushed him down to the forest floor. Her green eyes sparkling with triumph and love as she leaned in for a kiss. “Well fought, great mother.” She whispered as Aiden’s lips met her own and she was lost in passion.
Lilith looked down upon her daughter and smiled. This victory was not hers alone, but belonged also to Aslyn. The love that the two shared was obvious as Aiden slowly made love to Aslyn. She only hoped that her daughter could be happy now. Smiling at her sleeping lover she cuddled down closer to him. Would Jehova ever understand? Love was the strongest power on earth or in heaven. Greed, fear, hatred… All of these might seek to rival love. But none would succeed. For love people would walk through fire, die a thousand deaths, feel pain unimaginable. All of these she had done. A mother’s love for her daughter, a woman’s love for her mate, these could not be destroyed or overcome. Someday soon he would see, and the battle would begin anew. Sighing softly she drifted into sleep.
The rain still fell softly upon the world. Washing it free of the blood, pain, and hatred that had ruled for so long. As the sun rose, the earth was born anew.