Song Of The Incubus

Song Of The Incubus
A Monotetra Poem

Deep in this cold dark tomb I wait
For those who stumble to their fate
I’ll feast on greed , I’ll feast on hate
Come, don’t be late, come, don’t be late

I’ll lead you down the path you seek
I’ll prey upon the sad and weak
Their flesh will run with crimson streak
No tongue shall speak, no tongue shall speak

The helplessness that I instill,
The utter lack of faith and will
Of life force that your deep wounds spill
I’ll drink my fill, I’ll drink my fill