My Lilith,
I have devoured the nemesis that held you captive. Many summers passed, I scourged with your silence and accepted my fate.
I know not if my letter will reach you first or my wings, marred and wrecked. I pen down my last palaver before the ink staggers with the hues of my blood. Your desertion to Earth means………..
The very notion of those words is my extinction.
When I saw The Ring of Promise, tethered on Pharaoh’s beak, it left me petrified and tarnished all my visions of the castle. The very thought of seeing you in a sarcophagus sent me to my necrosis.
Using the ring, the last of my powers, as the hoary foretold; I hastened my way back to find you. My fostered presence hauled him into an irate disposition. He roared that I forced your eternal famine.
My Lilith, I held on to my pledge, I’m not the cause of the vandalism that surrounds him now. He struck my barren soul and denuded me from what gave me life.
My wings now lie in his mercy, but his vow to never hurt you is a chiseled oath.
Forgive me my sweet, if my positivity couldn’t bring the desired solace to your heart. My shrine of dearth instills our story. The walls are now silhouetted with the sound of our once echoed laughter. It’s the only potion I need, as I wither into an oblivion that recognizes only your face.
Don’t Ever Forget Me.
Lares