Incubus

Cast from heaven, amongst the

fallen am I

Wings clipped, unable to fly.

A demon cursed  

in lust and arrogance well versed

So ‘neath gibbous moon as substance

that can be called shadow.

I hunt the scent of innocence.

A loathsome lothario dancing on the wind

delivering desire to those yet to be sinned.

Calling on you in your sleep

expect not foreplay, nor kindness,

nor kissing or anything deep.

Just a hint of pleasure

and pain to make you weep.

From a dead skin mask

I’ll watch with hemlock eyes,

enduring the rapture of  alluring thighs

…for a little while at least…

until libidinous in the extreme

ready to join in toxic waltz

cometh the beast.

I’ll enter and take dominion over you

mouldering, mephitic breath hardens

thrusting deep in your mind

nightmares pumping as you

become one with my kind.

Palpitating breast heaves as

Hells inferno grips your soul

and your body looses control

throbbing with licentious greed

accepting the demon seed.

Withdrawn gasping for breath

I’ll leave you disturbed

Until you wake, as if from death

haunting memories will soon to fade

of the night of love with  a shade.

But do ye well, not to dismiss it

as nothing more than a bad dream

everything is not as it may seem

For after nine months your womb

junket filled,

will give…

and my hideous progeny

be spilled

your nightmare… fulfilled.

Paul Williams © 2005