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
An echo sonnet
English