She is Delilah, Descendant of Lilith
She walks in shadows, silent, sly,A serpent's grace in a goddess’ eye.Delilah’s blood, her heart a flame,A name whispered with fear and shame.
From Lilith's womb, she learned the art,To tear a soul, to break a heart.Her touch is sweet, her kiss a lie,A spell spun soft beneath the sky.
Her beauty's poison, her smile a snare,Men fall like prey, unaware.She dances in the dark, unseen,A queen of demons, born to scheme.
Delilah’s whispers call the sin,Lilith’s fury rages within.She is the storm, the moon, the flame,A woman forged to rule and tame.
And when they beg, and when they fall,She claims her prize—her soul, their all.A descendant, proud, a lover, a thief,She takes it all, and leaves them grief.