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| image by Zelko Nedic |
She comes to me in dreams real as Earth
Divine succubus
Her silken wings become my blindfold
Her ebony tresses my chains
I, her servant of the midnight,
willingly succumb to her spell
From my mind's mad stirrings
emerges a wild hope
a plea I dare not voice
(Maybe she will stay)
Evil enchantress
She hears my thoughts
leaves her calling card-
black dog with eyes of fire
Now I know that it is I
who will be going soon.
10 comments:
yikes...um...at least you will be together now...err...nice doggy....
oooh ... this gave me chills ... you went an entirely different direction than I was expecting or that I've read yet and I loved it ... very cool
http://nsaynne.wordpress.com/2012/08/02/black-dog-and-a-young-man/
I love the beginning... such vivid images throughout. Great take on the prompt!
Just awesome. That got me staring off into space for awhile...
Wow!
Well yeah. What did you expect a Succubus to leave? A text message? ;-)
Great depth.
Darkly delicious!
Anna :o]
A little scary type emotions crawl here with love......enjoyed....
There is something quite special about your poem this week .......
Compellingly mysterious.
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