Incubus

He viewed the room in the attic with distaste. It had to serve; he had no money to waste. Getting a job was difficult to find At night he went without food, everyone was unkind. Someone, unbidden, entered the room. A young girl smiled at him and gone was the gloom. She gave him a hot piping plate he knew not what, A mixture of coconut, hazelnut and walnut. He gulped it all, he was not prim As she sat closely, too closely next to him. Soon he was kissing those hot lips, Even though this was not in his script. Some days passed and she was always near, Yet somehow as time went by, he lost all cheer. Till in the end, he could bear it no more. She swallowed his soul; death was very sore. All in the guest house felt he would die unwell The young girl was never seen but the room smelt of hell.