Greetings, my lovelies. I come bearing a most interesting poem. A student of mine wrote this lovely work. I had to post it.
"The Succubus"
From the miasma of a dark dream
Too lustful to be a true nightmare,
I appear.
My prey is always happy to see me,
eager to fall into my arms..
until he meets my eyes, red as blood.
Then a shiver goes down their spine
and they try to escape my embrace--
but none can.
I take them through the mist,
lead them to my bed of red velvet and black clouds,
mesmerize them with a snap of the fingers...
then they're mine.
My lips upon theirs, they believe me
when I say it won't hurt a bit.
Then, and only then do I strike--
the easiest way I know how, I steal their energy.
My work done, they wake up from the dream
in a cold sweat,
never able to remember what happened.
They slept well, but feel more tired
than they did when first going to bed.
"How is this possible?" some murmur to themselves,
once they realize they are pale and feverish.
I am the only one who truly knows.
