Modern Mythology- Lilith
A modern Lilith would be remembered by all who manage to catch a glimpse of her and only spoken of in hushed voices, for her beauty would almost seem too holy to be spoken of freely. She could drive men mad with nothing more than this: a certain tilt of her head, a smirk, and her low voice whispering god’s name in their ears.
trickster week [1/8] - satan
for god doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil. and when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat, and gave also unto her husband with her; and he did eat. and the eyes of them both were opened…
the world will end in stardust.
it’s the only way for us to go –
a civilization built on constellations,
our hands always reaching, grasping
for the next star, the brightest star.
look at the greeks, their stories
etched in pinpricks of gold.
look at us now, our pictures
of galaxies a million miles away.
we are children of lost gods.
nothing kills them quite as well
as being forgotten.
and so the world will end
with bleeding gods.
ichor flows as gold as stars.
We’re running to find refuge in every holy place,
but even when we find one, we’ll never be safe—
there’s a crowd outside that’s pounding their feet,
they’ll never stop screaming for our damnation.
You’re the secret I might get killed for keeping,
and I’m sorry that it has to be this way:
we were only ever dangerous to each other,
so why is the world still calling for our blood?
You don’t have to warn me about endings.
I already know our love’s a crumbling palace,
so baby, kneel with me to kiss the pieces
that have fallen by our feet.
I say your name and
a river of fire courses
through my veins.
I call it heavenly because
I think the divine was
meant to hurt.
perhaps this is the burning
away of my sins.
maybe this is absolution.
if it is,
I would bathe in the flames.
I say your name and it
feels like aching,
feels like paradise.
for the bible tells me so: T H E F O U R H O R S E M E N O F T H E A P O C A L Y P S E
“The sky vanished like a scroll that is being rolled up, and every mountain and island was removed from its place. Then the kings of the earth and the great ones and the generals and the rich and the powerful, and everyone, slave and free, hid themselves in the caves and among the rocks of the mountains, calling to the mountains and rocks, “Fall on us and hide us from the face of him who is seated on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb, for the great day of their wrath has come, and who can stand?” Revelations 6:14-17 (ESV)
The Four Horsemen –> Death
The last of the four horsemen is Death who rides a pale horse and hell is supposed to follow after him and bring death to the earth. (Based on Revelation 6, 7-8)
