The Succubus

To the lord’s holy house did I this honest man so go, On this Sabbath day of rest, to praise the almighty God In the ancient chapel of worship, but low if I’d only Known what lurked in the shadows on that faithful Morn, I’d dare not have gone? By the graveyard stones of my ancestors I strolled, On a pleasant spring morning, admiring the fresh Greenery and heather, thinking, pondering you see, About nothing except how lucky I’ve been to just Lived a simpler man’s life, no wife or children to Trouble me, just a bachelor living the high life of Complete freedom! After all of what’s happened to me, I’ve often Wandered, if that’s what attracted this beast, this Hell hound of the devil himself, she whom torments Me, as I sleep or even now while I’m wide awake, It matters not, to her, this she-devil of darkness! On this Sunday like any other as I was tress-gressing Unto you my maker, I first saw the thing, a beautiful Maiden dressed in a crimson red gown, eyes of Black ebony, and raven tresses blowing in The wind! So being the gentleman that I am, I introduced Myself to the lass, being as she was standing within The graveyard itself after all, I thought the poor Creature might be lost, or paying her last respects To a dearly departed relative, but no she of course Was one of them, the undead, and a succubus! The thing said nothing to me, just smiling in a seductive Way, can’t you speak young mistress that's alright, You look so thin, would you like to come home with me, Just for a bite of something to eat. I offered only out of pity’s sake, being a Cristian man And all, and this being the holy fathers sacred day, What else could I do after all! But this idea was her invocation, the things plan Of action, to get my immortal soul, this seductress of Evil enchanting, possessing and enticing me! To take her within my dwelling, than to feast upon me, Ever slowly sucking my living essence by any means Of seduction possible! I learned quite early resistance was futile, the thing Kept me in a state of weakness, so I would not try And escape, unable to move from my bed of the Sinful, I decided to take my own life tonight, When taken over by this creature of darkness! This adulteress of the light, holy father I pray thee, Give me the inner strength to do what must be done, For I can no longer take this pressing foul temptress, And the ill that she has done unto me! As the trees blow in the wind, outside my small cottage, I hear her coming, a hushed whisper I’m here dearest, From under my bed I’ve got my small gun so cocked, Upon me she climbs in a misty vaporous form, What will it be tonight my mortal love, And back I so say, death beloved, as one shot Rings out disturbing the silence of the night! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN