Lilith. a poem by Laszlo Aranyi (Frater Azmon)

Lilith The legend says that I’m a witch hunched over seven times. With killer breath, and killer bite. I torment wimps. Embryo pose: lies dormant, then sniffs and slips in sweat. Swinging a snake-headed crutch, lured by the gap-toothed sickle of the waning moon. I’ll contaminate the mercenary, the hangman, the feeble servant. He whoContinue reading “Lilith. a poem by Laszlo Aranyi (Frater Azmon)”