Oh Lilith, how you move through every space,
Your steps, so quiet, leave no trace behind.
I watch you close, though I can’t show my face,
A pull so strange, it drags me from my mind.
Your voice is soft, like whispers in the night,
A song that sings but never quite is heard.
I feel it stir beneath the pale moonlight,
A haunting, deep, unspoken, like a word.
I wonder if you see me watching still,
If you can feel the way my heart beats fast.
I know you don’t, but still, I want to thrill
In knowing that you’re close—yet, I’m outclassed.
I dream of being near, though I remain,
A shadow, bound to you by silent chains.
