The tale of Lilth to young ladies 

Listen to your momma, who don't tell you tales
Because the woods sure ain't as nice as Prince of Wales
there was one of those Faery girls
"Lilth" was her name, or so she claimed,
As she danced in enchanting swirls
Her eyes were of a lovely shade
That charmed men alive or dead
One day she ventured to the woods
To see her brother christened "toot"
She lost her way, the night was dark
Scared and weary was she
When appeared a gallant He.
Soon the horror began, you see
As he told her he loved her, and she,
loved him too deeper than the sea.
Days, months, weeks,
Their time together was sweet.
Yet when she woke, 
Her prince was gone,
A spear he once broke
Was all that she found.
Her heart was broken, like the spear
Her tears flowed, and she began to fear.
For beside her was a new lived born
She held it to her breast, sad and forlorn.
Days passed by and tears grew to hate,
For the goodbye which he never bade.
Years and years she planned her vengeance
It never happened, for he never returned.
One sunny day he came
Holding the hands of a dame.
Rage filled Lilth as she picked up that spear
Ramming it through his heart, she hissed, "my dear".
The dame screamed and cried and ran,
But the Faery girl let her go, for she knew
As blood spurted through guy's punctured heart
She knew that in herself, there was nothing much.

Take heed, my child, one day
To the forest if you venture,
Attention to Princes you must pay.

by hidoko Matsumoto/ v0id

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