Poetry by Jeff Green

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Succubus

by cricketjeff on March 9, 2009.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Her conscience meant she could not be depraved
And take the best of every man she knew
And at the end she knew she’d known too few
In death she lives the life that she had craved
      Each night her ghost is badly misbehaved
      She haunts the dreams of young and virile men
      Who when she leaves are not the same again
      In death she lives the life that she had craved
Too late they find their souls cannot be saved
Consumed within her otherworldly lust
She takes their strength and lets them fade to dust
In death she lives the life that she had craved
      Her conscience meant she could not be depraved
      In death she lives the life that she had craved

Author notes

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