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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)]].''


For other uses of the word [[Succubus]], 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.


== Author Information ==


Ian R Thorpe
== Beloved Succubus ==
Beloved Succubus<br>
by Ian R Thorpe<br>
<br>
Please note: Text in ''italics'' is spoken by the Succubus.<br>
<br>
<br>
Though I spend the long day seeking<br>
in crowded streets where memories teem<br>
she only comes while I am sleeping,<br>
in the stillness of my dreams.<br>
"''Come to me my one true lover,'' <br>
''bravely walk beyond the dark divide;''<br>
''take my cold hands or I must rest here,''<br>
''There is no way back but by your side.''"<br>
At dawn the image stays; repeating<br>
<br>
<br>
"''Please my love, please do not desert me,''<br>
''endless darkness fills my heart with fear.''<br>
''But the shadows can never hurt me''<br>
''if I could only feel you near.''<br>
''Find me in this love - forsaken desert,''<br>
''caught between the living and the lost,''<br>
''kiss once more these cold pale lips, caress''<br>
''cheeks death's insubstantial hand has blessed''<br>
''Hold me, warm me and reclaim me.''"<br>
<br>
<br>
I feel her here in children's laughter,<br>
soft wind; her kiss upon my cheek.<br>
A movement at the edge of vision,<br>
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>
and now she cries for my catharsis<br>
Should I cling on or follow after.<br>
<br>
<br>
Shadow words like sharp little knife cuts;<br>
her message fading on silver screen;<br>
"''I need your love to quell my hunger,''<br>
''sacrifice your blood for me.''<br>
''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>
''One tiny drop love, will sustain,''<br>
''Life cannot end where love survives.''"<br>
<br>
<br>
Her photograph's changing expression,<br>
(foreknowledge clouds bright, laughing eyes.)<br>
Brushes shifted on her dresser, <br>
curtains moving without a breeze.<br>
A spot of blood staining my pillow<br>
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>
<br>
<br>
Her photograph's changing expression,<br>
(foreknowledge clouds bright, laughing eyes.)<br>
Brushes shifted on her dresser, <br>
curtains moving without a breeze.<br>
A spot of blood staining my pillow<br>
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>


United Kingdom
Author's data page at [http://www.authorsden.com/visit/author.asp?AuthorID=3523 Author's Den]
== Poem Text ==
Beloved Succubus
by Ian R Thorpe
''Please note: Text is blue 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.
<span style="color: blue">"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."</span>
At dawn the image stays; repeating
<span style="color: blue">"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." </span>
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;
<span style="color: blue">"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."</span>
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.
Copyright (c) Ian Thorpe, 2004


== Audio File ==
== Audio File ==
An audio file of this poem can be found [http://www.succubus.net/wiki/audio/fullsucc96.mp3 here on SuccuWiki]


An audio file of this poem is available from SuccuWiki [http://www.succubus.net/wiki/audio/fullsucc96.mp3 Audio MP3]. Courtesy of Author's Den. Copyright  (c) Ian Thorpe, 2004.


== External Link ==
== External Links ==
[http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewPoetry.asp?id=114136 Author's Den]
[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

Beloved Succubus 
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


External Links

The original source of this poem at AuthorsDen.com

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