The Succubus

In a hot sweat;

in blood partially dripping wet;

My gloves on the table of doom I have decided to set.

In the hopes that another would come along;

I secretly shooed them with morbid a song.

I think I’ll wait awhile longer I bet

For another set of young girls; an unholy set.

Another for a young man to pay the debt of which I have not spoken of yet.

I begged with her to come along.

To listen to my mournful song.

A price for the devil as of yet

I suddenly claimed her in a bet.

I made her sing a moaning tune

In her bed at the night of the full moon

And sealed my fate with the devil kissing and caressing me in that room.

I left her in the morning again for a pleasurable gloom and doom.