The Cainian Chronicle Part III & IV: Disciplines Of Caine/Zillah And The Crone-Ancient

[Part III: Disciplines of Caine] My wrathful cries of anguish Filled that dismal night I tore at my flesh and drank my crimson tears When I glanced up Appearing in a myriad of stars The illustrious archangel Gabriel shimmered Like the moon in my eyes Bringing mercy even to the damned But why? Why? He spoke of a path The path of Golconda From which my children could once again Inhabit the light Without another word, he disappeared And I conceived I had awakened at last Then the bright-eyed demoness Taught me how to hide from the eyes Of those who dare to hunt us How to command obedience And demand respect Soon I found myself attaining (yet) greater powers I could alter forms, control all beasts and perceive Beyond sight Eventually I had to abandon Lilith And flee from the barren lands of Nod Set out to procreate my progeny Caine's children shall inherit the night [Part IV: zillah and the crone] Of all my children, none so beloved My sweet Zillah, none so desired Her tender skin, her blood so saccharine I was mesmerized by her enchanting eyes But she would turn from me, she had no love to me Nothing I'd provide could keep her satisfied So I took to roam the wilderness alone Amid the whispering trees, a wrinkled crone I did see Crone: 'My spell can make thee win her heart Drink of my blood then we'll start' Caine: 'Her (foul) blood I drank for many nights And Zillah indeed became my wife' Crone: 'The elixir hast bound thee My serving thrall thou always be' Caine: 'But after a year (and a day) her grasp (on me) had gone With a stake through the heart, I left her to the dawn'