There must be an outside for paradise
to be worth the sacrifice. Some say
I lie on the bank of the Red Sea, still
wait for redemption.
Call me Abath, Amiz, Kalee, Odam.
Call me night monster, dark duchess, demon,
wild-haired seductress, man-hater; call me
childless and bitter.
You’ve heard I said Yahweh’s name then vanished.
You’ve heard I disobeyed and was banished.
You’ve heard that I’m a slave to Lucifer.
Rumors, conjecture.
The truth is I came from dust, one with Adam,
made separate by God for me to wed him.
I chose to return to dust, preferring
darkness to bedlam.
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