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"Incubus, a demon or evil spirit descending on a sleeping woman
to mate while she sleeps . . . a dream, an oppressive nightmare."

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    three times an Incubus has invaded my dreams
      it always begins the same quite lovely
        the first time I was young
          it was a demon man who came
            second time it was an ugly ogre 
                           (well that was not lovely)
        the third time it was Lucifer himself
      and it always ends with me in terror

    the first time I was having a sweet romantic dream
      something most young women will often do
         the man was a handsome warrior
           who stood beside my bed staring at me
             then, he began kissing my lips
        and caressing me so gently
      but everything changed and his hands got rough
    I looked at him ... he had changed into a demon
         and was gone when I started screaming
           my nightgown was ripped apart
             and my body was covered in bruises and wounds
    I was so ashamed I did not tell anyone

    the second experience was with an ogre
     that followed me home one evening
        but, I began running to get away from him
          and I locked my door shaking 
            that night he crawled into bed with me
        he was an ugly hideous little monster
                and he wanted to kiss me
      but, I fought till he left because I prayed to God
    this haunted me for days and still creeps me out
                I can still see his bloated body 

    the third time I was dreaming of being in Paris
      I was having a cafe and reading a map
        when a handsome man approached, lost? 
          not lost, I said, just looking for places to visit
            let me help . . .  he offered
              let me be your guide
         I liked him and so, I said yes
      through winding streets he drove very fast
        ending up at the entrance of a cemetery
    I thought that was so odd to be visiting a cemetery
      very famous he said so I followed him
        and things got very dark and quite strange
          we were at the entrance of a crypt
      when he grabbed me and carried me inside
            it was set up like a grand bedroom
                and in a flash he was all over me
     it was an assault and when I looked into his red eyes
                        I saw Lucifer
        I was found wandering the cemetery
    but, of course, it was just a dream or was it ?
           I could not sleep for months after
                  sometimes, he tries to enter my dreams
             but praying to God keeps him away

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March 13, 2023

Poetry/Free Verse/Incubus
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1531-247-13
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France

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Written for the Standard contest, Pick-A-Title, Vol. 35
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Judged 03/23/2023

First Place
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