Succubus

Once upon a quiet night

After the last sigh of a sprite

When the gloaming had almost gone

Came a figure skin and bone

Would that I were out there

In the inky blackness of the night

But here I am, shrouded by despair

Beholding this vicious , beauteous sight

Who issues from her lair

Vainly I tried thrice

To move or to scream

But my voice went unheard

Half awake, I see the sin

The one with a thousand names

At dawn departs hastily

Returning to the fire

Leaving recollections and desires