You made me 
And every time 
The burning sun hits 
My eyes I am cursed 
With the traits of Lilith
 
Bound to the darkness 
Like the demoness
I will proffer my 100 children
to the Goddess
With the traits of Lilith
The teeth of the Lamiae 
Are settled in my mouth
Primitive and animalistic 
Is my personality
With the traits of Lilith                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Spooky but well done. If you've time have a look at my on the prowl or forsaken you might like them. David