Yakshi the Whore 1
This succubus is from our local lore
Lovely and wicked she could turn at will
Yakshi her name feared as a deadly whore
A rare talent, she got ,to dupe and kill.
She lives on top of her palmyrah tree
At the midnight hour, down to earth, she climbs
Waits for her prey, a wayfarer, weary
Closes in on him, asking for quicklime.
Cute, white-clad, exuding jasmine’s fragrance
She sweet-talks her prey to a lust-filled night
Step ,they, into her mansion for romance
Where the luckless chap is in for a fright.
Reveals, she, her real form, fearsome, ghoulish
Sucks out all blood from his chest she just split
Devours all his flesh and bones with relish
Teeth, nails, hair is all, in the morn , left.
At times her pick is a youth full of zest
In his dream she comes as partner in sex
Through nights he loses all blood to this pest
Wears thin and takes ill to become an “Ex”.
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Like once she did, on trees, she lives no more
But could, in cartons and cans, lie in wait
In stuff that we consume and just adore
As safety-norm-transgressions we underrate
Under global brand names which serve as baits.
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Contest:" Creatures of the night
28-08-1
Won second place in the above contest.
Entry for Roy Jerden's contest on 25 May 13
For Kelly Deschler's contest.
Copyright © S.Jagathsimhan Nair | Year Posted 2011
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