Lilith Rising

Midnight was the soul
reflected in her eyes
Nightshade was the bloom
which blossomed with her smile
Venomed lips dripped
toxins of Dark's desire
For the sake of pallid skin
blanched as corpse's face
forever dark linen hid her
from Sol's fiery taste
Whalebone and black lace
cinched tight round  dead man's curves
offering up the plate
upon which last meals were served.
Sinuous in grace
in patent leather heels
she slithered through the world
Alive
yet unable to feel
Adder in the form
of a comely girl.