You saw me top the village clock
When you were a small child.
You hid behind your mother’s frock.
A demon drove you wild.
From boy you grew into a man
And found the tastes of flesh
You threw your life into the land,
Engulfed within its mesh.
The sparkle in your eye is gone,
In its place a cloudy mist.
There is no daylight past the dawn
Of a life that won’t desist.
Perhaps I can be of help
To bring meaning in your life.
A pity to see such a small whelp
Tied to an unloving wife.
To children who don’t respect you.
To work that brings no zest.
Parasites who prospect you,
And subject you to their tests.
Your destiny is now unfurled,
All ending at a wall.
You are disposable in this world.
Don’t you want to end it all?
Do not be afraid to let me in.
Your soul is not a toy.
Surely you can withstand some sin.
You’re a man now, not a boy.
You’ve let me in. The stage is set.
Let me crawl into your bed.
Surely you don’t want regret
To follow when you’re dead.
Allow me to release your hate
Your anger, fear and pain.
To keep those feelings within your fate
Would make you go insane.
Release your doubts, many or few.
Your sadness and your glee.
Release the darkness within you
Put everything in me.
And when you have released it all
And can release no more
I get up, drawn by a call,
And walk out through your door.
What’s left of you at this point is
Unrecognizable to most.
A husk that very few will miss.
A man who dropped his post.
I know the secret you have kept
Out from the status quo.
Despite how your wife and family wept,
You have died long ago.
But I may say that it is worth
Happiness for a night.
I saw your face. T’was one of mirth
Devoid of your past fright.
Call me again if you have need
Of one you could obsess.
Allow me to carry the dark seed
That mankind does repress.
This is something that I jotted down at 2 in the morning and fixed up for this post. I’ve wanted to spend a bit of time writing a few poems before getting started, so there’s a few that I will put up over the next little while. The hour is a little odd because I’ve had a busy day today, but for the most part, I intend to keep to Monday and Friday nights for putting up new posts from this point onward.
I’ve always been fascinated by mythical creatures, and how people interact with them, whether through legends or through superstitions. For this time, as the title suggests, it’s a poem from the perspective of the succubus – a demon who… um… seduces men in order to steal their lives away, and the man who surrenders himself to her. The imagery is probably obvious within the poem itself.
I hope you found it enjoyable.