The Succubus
He has much to give
His cup runeth over with love and affection
From a source that must have been a golden well from heaven
From whence was born his passion
He has much to give
His blessings are a daily ritual
Sought out by all who would be nourished
By each word uttered and each thought written
She has much to give
Her offerings come naturally to women
Admiration, affection and kindness
Causing even a wild beast to be solaced
She has much to give
Her physical world in ruins, she lives in her mind
In a world of fantasy where her lust resides
Pulling him into her world of sin
She has much to take
Her greed is measured in ambition
With wings clipped there remains suspicion
That loving gifts offered are for other reasons
She is perilous
A titilating novice
A succubus in search of innocent souls
Drawing near those easily enchanted
He has much love to give
That remains his suffering
She borrows his passion and stays apart
To write in private for the public heart
His heart is broken
She took too much without replenishing
He is left alone and diminished
Their liaison on earth - finished.
He is dead
But his memory lives as does his pledge
To love and hold her beyond the grave
And give inspiration as her ghostly Knave
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