Lilith hands her ticket to the cashier at the gate
he gives her back some headphones and a map.
Then follows all the others to the ending of the line
and programs in the new museum app.

The tour begins as usual, and they line up at the start;
The teachers and the chaperones in front.
A fixed anticipation now is pulling at her heart
as if she’s in some old familiar haunt.

The lines of demarcation known, they move in single file,
into a great hall, stopping here and there.
While listening to a British accent woman in her ears
describing art as if she doesn’t care.

Wandering in tangent now; a sense of Déjà vu
She seems to know before the woman talks
The paintings are familiar in a sentient sort of way
uneasy now with every step she walks.

Lilith grows impatient while the line moves up the stairs
as if one floor of this was not enough
And at the top, she feels as if she always has been here
then, close behind, she hears somebody cough.

And now she stands before a hallway mirror hung in space;
the person looking back is always strange…
There’s something in the way she looks that’s always out of place;
a need for her to always rearrange.

A darkness in her soul that’s always longing to be free;
she wishes for a time that’s not her own.
Looking for a savior that can change her destiny;
a space in time that she has never known.

Then, turning sharply round, she sees her shadow on the floor;
the sound of music fills the musty air
Laughter melts to voices bleeding through the hallway door
with no one in the hall or on the stairs.

She walks up to the door with no admittance past this line
and pushes it wide open, nonetheless.
And in an instant hears it shutting somewhere in her mind
and enters to a great hall full of guests

Lilith makes her way across a festive ballroom floor
she drops her pair of headphones to the ground
She feels a thousand eyes upon her moving through the crowd
while totally enraptured by the sound.

The room is draped in decor from some ancient days gone by;
the smell of burning candles fills the air
As costumed men and women dance inside the center-round…
reveling like they’re at some medieval fair.

She feels a sense of purpose as she walks across the space
towards a painting on the eastern wall
A set of golden stairs connects the image to the floor
as party guests keep entering the hall

Center of the painting sitting on a snakeskin throne
a reigning king attended by his court
Lilith sees the king as someone she has always known
he stands and leaves aside his queen consort

Lilith is transfixed and gazes deep into his eyes
as the king slowly descends the golden stairs
He steps into the hall and then he takes her by the hand
then runs his fingers through her auburn hair

The revelers bow towards him as he sweeps her in his arms
then glides her to the center of the floor
Lilith is excited and inside she comes alive
with feelings she has never felt before

They dance as one together as if somewhere in a dream
she’s drawn into the vacuum of his eyes
And in an instant kisses him and feels she will explode
she slides her hand down in between his thighs

The revelers reach out their hands, removing all her clothes
until she’s standing naked on the floor
The music pulses louder as they do the same to him
they make love as the people scream for more

In another part of the museum the tour comes to an end
as the teachers and chaperones count the heads
And finding Lilith missing they begin to search the place
all are overcome with worry and of dread

Meanwhile in the great hall Lilith screams in ecstasy
the party room has now become a field
She likes the eyes upon her and the power that it brings
the perfect sense of pleasure it reveals

The revelers bow down to her and worship her as a goddess
as everything is twisted at the moment
She stands beside an ancient tree inside a fertile forest
her lover king has now become a serpent

The searching has intensified with Lilith clearly missing
security traces every fateful step
While Lilith is enraptured in the king’s erotic hissing
as he drapes around her body and her neck

Finally the searchers enter into the great hall
finding Lilith’s headphones clothes and phone
But only silence answers as in vain her name they call
the hall is empty as the snake skinned throne

And scanning through the paintings
one stands out amongst them all
The one entitled Lilith and The Snake
There’s something in her eyes reveals the essence of her fall
a step that she was always meant to take

For whom we are will be revealed once we shed our skin
exposing what we really feel inside
Seems destiny has called her home for all the world to see
for from ourselves, we never truly hide

TM DiSarro

©2023 TM DiSarro / MindScapes Publishing

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