Lady in the Night
A man who sleeps with the wildest dreams,
Of everything he could ask for in his lifetime,
But they aren’t all peaches and cream,
Some of them don’t make him feel sublime.
In one of these dreams, a lady approaches,
They become acquainted and they click,
Both of them are feeling intense emotions
He takes her back to his crib, thinking he’s so slick,
The love making was unworldly,
The greatest sex ever,
He thought surely,
Then he awoke, but he can’t remember.
She visits him weekly,
Sometimes twice maybe three times.
The love was becoming greater,
He would rate her to be a dime.
He sees her again in his dream state,
He hopes she’s real and he can meet her,
Maybe they are meant to be, maybe it’s fate,
Everytime the climax happens he wakes up,
He always rises with wet boxers,
When he spends a night with this lady,
She gets prettier everytime,
He wants her to be his baby.
He can’t remember what she looks like,
Until now he can distinguish her features,
She looks so real and lifelike,
Her voice sounds like songs made by three birds,
Her eyes are a turquoise blue,
Hair that is ever so silky and soft
What a spectacular view,
So in love, he will do anything she asks, no matter the cost.
By the fourth week, she’s there everyday,
One night, after intercourse they just lay,
Which is odd because he wakes up after sex,
He doesn’t know what’s gonna happen next,
She sits atop of him,
And gave a smile, looked kinda grim,
The smile grew, the corners of her mouth ripping to her ears,
Teeth not so pretty anymore, crooked and jagged, she starts crying red blood tears,
A screech grew so loud,
He woke up in a cloud,
His vision became clear,
And she was still sitting here,
Touching his chest with her cold finger,
He can feel his soul dying, as she lingers,
She gives him a bloody kiss,
And she was gone, fading into the nights abyss.
The man can’t sleep,
Dead from the succubus,
Who ate his soul, and watched him weep,
Can’t feel anything, besides drug usage,
Contemplating his existence,
Thinking his whole life is a lie,
No ambition, no persistence,
He is ready to die.
Dedicated to my followers and fans of horror poetry!