Late one night
Under the full moon's light
A woman sits by a fire
There's a noise in the trees
Or maybe in the breeze
And a figure stumble out
Her situation looking dire
The first moves to help
And leads the other over
She sighs in genuine relief
To be at that fire
"Sister please help me,"
The second woman says
"I have a story I can barely tell,
I'm walking my path to hell."
"I have a tale much the same,"
The first woman tells her.
"A story of loss and pain
And, of course, blame."
"My name is Eve and I've lost it all,"
The second girl confesses.
Lilith, who is the first, nods and listens.
This one isn't like her, even after a fall.
"I had paradise handed to me,
It was right there in my grasp.
But it was all taken away
By one little asp.
He convinced me to taste
The forbidden fruit.
And once a piece I did try
I was doomed to die.
Paradise was lost to me
And my husband Adam
We wonder this empty world
Never knowing what will happen.
Hell is the place we fear,
So lost, so far from god.
We fear the day we'll die
Because we'll go there.
Tortured by the demons
That live by Satan's rule.
Oh why did I curse us?
I was such a fool."
Lilith smiled knowingly
Since revenge had just been given
She prepared to tell her tale,
So her burdens could be good riddance.
"I too was told about paradise
And it sounded too perfect,
Too nice.
But I was soon to learn of beauty's horrible price.
See, I once too lived in a Garden
Tended the animals, plants, and trees.
And I loved it all, even the snakes and the sting of the bee.
But my husband wanted control
He took everything from me.
I was forced to be subservient,
To address him from my knees.
So I left that awful hell
Before I lost my identity.
God forsook me, as did my husband
But at least I was free.
Now are your eyes opened? Can you now see?
How your paradise is hell to me?"
"Who are you?"
Eve asks. "And how can you speak of my life?"
Lilith just laughed. "I was Adam's first wife."
Eve suddenly backs away, horror on her face.
She now knows her company
Is a demon who plagues the human race.
"Your trip to hell, my dear Eve, is a path that leads to sorrow.
It winds away from the Garden and disappears
So you don't know what will come on the morrow.
It won't end when you die
For hell is eternity."
"But you had it all," Eve tries to plead
"Why would you turn away
From all that was well and good?"
"I value my freedom," Lilith replies.
"I'll not go back to where servitude lies.
We each have a story
We don't want to tell.
But one person's paradise is another's hell."