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{{Infobox poem | |||
|name = Beloved Succubus | |||
|author = Ian R Thorpe | |||
|written = 2004 | |||
|first = 2004 | |||
|country = United Kingdom | |||
|language = English | |||
|subject = [[Succubus (Traditional)|Succubi]] | |||
|publisher = AuthorsDen.com | |||
|publication_date = July 30, 2004 | |||
|media_type = Electronic Media | |||
|lines = 72 | |||
}} | |||
''For an overall list of Succubus related articles, see [[Succubus (disambiguation)]].'' | |||
'''Beloved Succubus''' is a poem written by Ian R Thorpe and released on the Author's Den website in 2004. The poem was also released in audio format by the author and a link to that presentation of this work can be found below. | |||
== Beloved Succubus == | |||
Beloved Succubus<br> | |||
< | by Ian R Thorpe<br> | ||
endless darkness fills my heart with fear. | <br> | ||
But the shadows can never hurt me | Please note: Text in ''italics'' is spoken by the Succubus.<br> | ||
if I could only feel you near. | <br> | ||
Find me in this love - forsaken desert, | <br> | ||
caught between the living and the lost, | Though I spend the long day seeking<br> | ||
kiss once more these cold pale lips, caress | in crowded streets where memories teem<br> | ||
cheeks death's insubstantial hand has blessed | she only comes while I am sleeping,<br> | ||
Hold me, warm me and reclaim me." < | in the stillness of my dreams.<br> | ||
"''Come to me my one true lover,'' <br> | |||
''bravely walk beyond the dark divide;''<br> | |||
I feel her here in children's laughter, | ''take my cold hands or I must rest here,''<br> | ||
soft wind; her kiss upon my cheek. | ''There is no way back but by your side.''"<br> | ||
A movement at the edge of vision, | At dawn the image stays; repeating<br> | ||
hint of perfume; her Mystique. | <br> | ||
But she is gone, her light extinguished, | <br> | ||
dead; without goodbye or parting kiss. | "''Please my love, please do not desert me,''<br> | ||
Fate has aborted all we wished | ''endless darkness fills my heart with fear.''<br> | ||
and now she cries for my catharsis | ''But the shadows can never hurt me''<br> | ||
Should I cling on or follow after. | ''if I could only feel you near.''<br> | ||
''Find me in this love - forsaken desert,''<br> | |||
''caught between the living and the lost,''<br> | |||
Shadow words like sharp little knife cuts; | ''kiss once more these cold pale lips, caress''<br> | ||
her message fading on silver screen; | ''cheeks death's insubstantial hand has blessed''<br> | ||
< | ''Hold me, warm me and reclaim me.''"<br> | ||
sacrifice your blood for me. | <br> | ||
Come warm me with your vital body, | <br> | ||
let new life flow in these dry veins. | I feel her here in children's laughter,<br> | ||
else reject me, cast off your ennui. | soft wind; her kiss upon my cheek.<br> | ||
One tiny drop love, will sustain, | A movement at the edge of vision,<br> | ||
Life cannot end where love survives."< | hint of perfume; her Mystique.<br> | ||
But she is gone, her light extinguished, <br> | |||
dead; without goodbye or parting kiss.<br> | |||
Fate has aborted all we wished <br> | |||
Her photograph's changing expression, | and now she cries for my catharsis<br> | ||
(foreknowledge clouds bright, laughing eyes.) | Should I cling on or follow after.<br> | ||
Brushes shifted on her dresser, | <br> | ||
curtains moving without a breeze. | <br> | ||
A spot of blood staining my pillow | Shadow words like sharp little knife cuts;<br> | ||
trackmarks, bruising purple on my neck. | her message fading on silver screen;<br> | ||
These dark ringed eyes say I must follow, | "''I need your love to quell my hunger,''<br> | ||
discover some way to bring her back. | ''sacrifice your blood for me.''<br> | ||
Is love beyond death a transgression? | ''Come warm me with your vital body,''<br> | ||
''let new life flow in these dry veins.''<br> | |||
''else reject me, cast off your ennui.''<br> | |||
The months of yearning have fatigued me, | ''One tiny drop love, will sustain,''<br> | ||
I grow more pale, my soul is weak. | ''Life cannot end where love survives.''"<br> | ||
I cannot turn from her completely | <br> | ||
One embrace is all I seek. | <br> | ||
In darkest hours she waxes stronger, | Her photograph's changing expression,<br> | ||
her compelling pleas never desist. | (foreknowledge clouds bright, laughing eyes.)<br> | ||
Every night she feeds my hunger, | Brushes shifted on her dresser, <br> | ||
The darkness calls, I cannot resist......... | curtains moving without a breeze.<br> | ||
Instinct protests but will cannot resist. | A spot of blood staining my pillow<br> | ||
trackmarks, bruising purple on my neck.<br> | |||
These dark ringed eyes say I must follow,<br> | |||
Her photograph's changing expression, | discover some way to bring her back.<br> | ||
(foreknowledge clouds bright, laughing eyes.) | Is love beyond death a transgression?<br> | ||
Brushes shifted on her dresser, | <br> | ||
curtains moving without a breeze. | <br> | ||
A spot of blood staining my pillow | The months of yearning have fatigued me,<br> | ||
trackmarks, bruising purple on my neck. | I grow more pale, my soul is weak.<br> | ||
These dark ringed eyes say I must follow, | I cannot turn from her completely<br> | ||
discover some way to bring her back. | One embrace is all I seek.<br> | ||
Is love beyond death a transgression? | In darkest hours she waxes stronger,<br> | ||
her compelling pleas never desist.<br> | |||
Every night she feeds my hunger,<br> | |||
The darkness calls, I cannot resist.........<br> | |||
The months of yearning have fatigued me, | Instinct protests but will cannot resist. <br> | ||
I grow more pale, my soul is weak. | <br> | ||
I cannot turn from her completely | <br> | ||
One embrace is all I seek. | Her photograph's changing expression,<br> | ||
In darkest hours she waxes stronger, | (foreknowledge clouds bright, laughing eyes.)<br> | ||
her compelling pleas never desist. | Brushes shifted on her dresser, <br> | ||
Every night she feeds my hunger, | curtains moving without a breeze.<br> | ||
The darkness calls, I cannot resist.... | A spot of blood staining my pillow<br> | ||
Instinct protests but will cannot resist. | trackmarks, bruising purple on my neck.<br> | ||
These dark ringed eyes say I must follow,<br> | |||
discover some way to bring her back.<br> | |||
Is love beyond death a transgression?<br> | |||
<br> | |||
<br> | |||
The months of yearning have fatigued me,<br> | |||
I grow more pale, my soul is weak.<br> | |||
I cannot turn from her completely<br> | |||
One embrace is all I seek.<br> | |||
In darkest hours she waxes stronger,<br> | |||
her compelling pleas never desist.<br> | |||
Every night she feeds my hunger,<br> | |||
The darkness calls, I cannot resist....<br> | |||
Instinct protests but will cannot resist.<br> | |||
== Audio File == | == Audio File == | ||
An audio file of this poem can be found [http://www.succubus.net/wiki/audio/fullsucc96.mp3 here on SuccuWiki] | |||
== External | == External Links == | ||
[http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewPoetry.asp?id=114136 | [http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewPoetry.asp?id=114136 The original source of this poem at AuthorsDen.com] | ||
Latest revision as of 08:59, 16 July 2014
| by Ian R Thorpe | |
| Written | 2004 |
|---|---|
| First published in | 2004 |
| Country | United Kingdom |
| Language | English |
| Subject(s) | Succubi |
| Publisher | AuthorsDen.com |
| Publication date | July 30, 2004 |
| Media type | Electronic Media |
| Lines | 72 |
For an overall list of Succubus related articles, see Succubus (disambiguation).
Beloved Succubus is a poem written by Ian R Thorpe and released on the Author's Den website in 2004. The poem was also released in audio format by the author and a link to that presentation of this work can be found below.
Beloved Succubus
Beloved Succubus
by Ian R Thorpe
Please note: Text in italics is spoken by the Succubus.
Though I spend the long day seeking
in crowded streets where memories teem
she only comes while I am sleeping,
in the stillness of my dreams.
"Come to me my one true lover,
bravely walk beyond the dark divide;
take my cold hands or I must rest here,
There is no way back but by your side."
At dawn the image stays; repeating
"Please my love, please do not desert me,
endless darkness fills my heart with fear.
But the shadows can never hurt me
if I could only feel you near.
Find me in this love - forsaken desert,
caught between the living and the lost,
kiss once more these cold pale lips, caress
cheeks death's insubstantial hand has blessed
Hold me, warm me and reclaim me."
I feel her here in children's laughter,
soft wind; her kiss upon my cheek.
A movement at the edge of vision,
hint of perfume; her Mystique.
But she is gone, her light extinguished,
dead; without goodbye or parting kiss.
Fate has aborted all we wished
and now she cries for my catharsis
Should I cling on or follow after.
Shadow words like sharp little knife cuts;
her message fading on silver screen;
"I need your love to quell my hunger,
sacrifice your blood for me.
Come warm me with your vital body,
let new life flow in these dry veins.
else reject me, cast off your ennui.
One tiny drop love, will sustain,
Life cannot end where love survives."
Her photograph's changing expression,
(foreknowledge clouds bright, laughing eyes.)
Brushes shifted on her dresser,
curtains moving without a breeze.
A spot of blood staining my pillow
trackmarks, bruising purple on my neck.
These dark ringed eyes say I must follow,
discover some way to bring her back.
Is love beyond death a transgression?
The months of yearning have fatigued me,
I grow more pale, my soul is weak.
I cannot turn from her completely
One embrace is all I seek.
In darkest hours she waxes stronger,
her compelling pleas never desist.
Every night she feeds my hunger,
The darkness calls, I cannot resist.........
Instinct protests but will cannot resist.
Her photograph's changing expression,
(foreknowledge clouds bright, laughing eyes.)
Brushes shifted on her dresser,
curtains moving without a breeze.
A spot of blood staining my pillow
trackmarks, bruising purple on my neck.
These dark ringed eyes say I must follow,
discover some way to bring her back.
Is love beyond death a transgression?
The months of yearning have fatigued me,
I grow more pale, my soul is weak.
I cannot turn from her completely
One embrace is all I seek.
In darkest hours she waxes stronger,
her compelling pleas never desist.
Every night she feeds my hunger,
The darkness calls, I cannot resist....
Instinct protests but will cannot resist.
Audio File
An audio file of this poem can be found here on SuccuWiki