Horror and Thriller Poetry posted December 4, 2015

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Sweet Sister Lilith the Pure

by michaelcahill

Sweet Sister Lilith the Pure   It was a reach for her to turn the key. Ah, she, my golden, curly-topped fair sibling. A gift they said that they'd bequeathed to me, annoyed and cross when I commenced to quibbling.   A clumsy oaf 'twas claimed my lot in life, all wounds deemed self-inflicted by this jerk. Her silent midnight visits caused my strife; her mind froze every muscle for her work.   So sweet by day, an imp with angel's smile. (While plotting ways to amputate my limbs.) There's not a soul that she cannot beguile. (The carving of my heart one of her whims.)   I'm safe within these quaint asylum walls-- except for those dark days dear Lilith calls.

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