STELLA OCCULTA

In the black gardens of space,
Lilith drifts without a kingdom.
Her hair is made of slow comets
where the dust of dead stars clings.

She crosses the rings of silence
like a magnetic priestess,
clothed in electric violet
and bottomless nights.

The planets bow their spheres
before her spectral passage.
Even Saturn closes its stone eyelids
before the white blaze of her gaze.

Orbital Lilith
knows neither god nor border,
only the infinite spirals
where forbidden desires revolve.

She speaks a language woven
from liquid symbols and lunar geometries.
Every word opens a doorway
into the dark flesh of the cosmos.

Around her drift
cathedrals of glass,
interstellar roses,
unknown alphabets engraved
upon the bones of the void.

And the lovers who behold her sky
never return entirely human.

For Lilith possesses
the gravity of dangerous dreams,
the beauty of stars that refuse the dawn,
and the cold eternity
of black suns.