succubus

in dreams she first appeared
with her sweet murmurings
her arousing nightly caresses
i thought she was my soulmate
i thought I’d found her at last

but when we consummated
her darkness invaded me
like an infusion of demonic evil
and she sucked the immortal soul
and the mortal human life out of me
i became some dark something
what exactly I do not know

i cried and pleaded with god for help
but no help ever came and i wondered
if a god existed in my inescapable afterlife
in my tormented dreadful fate

you might wonder how i’m writing this
being dead and disembodied
i’m channeling it through a human entity
he goes by the name of bob boyd
and has no awareness of writing this
he won’t see it written here
he won’t see the dark evil nature
of my wicked succubus mistress
when she comes for him in the night
like me he’ll think she’s his soulmate
before she consumes his life and his soul

jonathan stanworks (1960-1986)

Author: BobBoyd

Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-) View all posts by BobBoyd