Queen Lilith

April 30, 2009
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She is shining bright and beautiful,
At night there for it all.
Her wings like angels,
Like dragonfly ones with many angles.
She sits there and waits for good times,
You only hear sound of clinking chimes.
She is found every now and then,
On a rock looking at "them."
She is more sad than happy.
Her hair is pretty not frappy.
She still shines and grows,
Going from time to time to and fro.
She is there in Ireland,
Where you can see fairyland.
At that certain place you see,
As told, you know by she.
Only to be always seen,
By those that are keen.
Though Lilith decrowned by all,
She's still standing still very tall.





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