The Heart of Lilith

 

Medallion of my Soul, 

   Face shaved off and worn 

     by the Middle Ages 

        and the more of overpass. 

Your value still in Gold, Sweet One

  Only canvases now as Bronze 

     And cloaked against those who'd grasp. 

Your crown may be gone, 

  An invisible Might; 

One the Heavens had adorned. 

Oh Sweet Priestess,

  Don't you ever let Man 

   Take what God had bestowed as yours. 

They'll sway you out of the temples rich 

  They demean your gender and soul, 

But be not the one whose heart forgets 

  That God created us all. 

Make revenant your regard, 

  and purify it's Gold, 

For at the center of creatures of all 

  Is an Alchemy Older than Old. 

It is a Mana of charge, 

  A tinker's delight, 

For we all parade in it's Mold, 

And if we can, but remember together

  Then perhaps I'll unsheath 

     This Medallion now bronzed- 

Perhaps we can turn it to gold.