Temptress of the Night

And this temptress

of the night –

oh, how she soars in!

An incubus to

this wretched man’s soul.

Hovering,

she breathes,

and his dull breath

comes to life.

Caressing his flesh,

she moans.

And in his hollow ache,

he permits.

A siren to beauty –

she’s arrived as sin.

A pleasure to behold

but a curse she will lay upon you.

And in his prime,

this man wails –

but too late it is.

For the spirit of this man

now lays suffocated between the ribbed cage

of that sultry temptress.

Forever now to be hers.

Never to escape.