Curse of the Succubus

For other uses of the word Succubus, see Succubus (disambiguation).

This poem was discovered on a random Google search.

Overview

• Title: Curse of the Succubus
• Author: Aaron Wilson
• Author's webpage with poem: http://wilstar.com/aaron/curseofsuccubus.htm

The Poem

Curse of the Succubus

Soft, white flesh

I long to caress

I smell the life within her

An unnatural fire ignites my veins

Ruby red lips form my name

Seductively and with passion

The sound of her heart throbs in my mind

Deep down I am sickened, but the urge is so strong

Damn me sweet whore

Take me to the depths from whence you came

How I can live with death?

How can I live without?

I hold your lithe form in trembling arms

You writhe like a goddess of love

And invite me to partake

In lust, condemned and damned

In your eyes I see promise

In your curves I feel promise

I am spellbound and moonstruck

I go in for the feast

A cry of both pain and pleasure

Rents the night air

Blood, sweet lifeblood I drink greedily

Draining your beauteous form, darkening my soul

I indulge like a glutton

Until a pale corpse lies before me

Though sated, my spirit shrivels

And I cry undead tears

Through the wracking sobs I hear

The laughing…

The taunting…

The Succubus forever delighting in her game

Copyright © 2001 by Aaron Wilson

External Links

• The author's website