[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'