For you I danced and darkness romanced

In the early hours we did tumble while the roots did rumble

But too long on my toes falling on my nose

My flower torn, broken and forlorn

From mother dear I Iearnt my worth was only to give a brood birth

So I swayed and played to woo a man becoming his beloved fan

Until I broke my flower and the red demon did she devour

Hanging from a Blackthorn tree was where the horned one tied me

Until I could dance no more but now hanging above the floor

A snake slithered along the tree’s branch as I did blanch

She whispered old tales in my ear and said “This is Lilith’s year:

And the horned one will set you free when you can truly see.”