Incubus

Lend an ear to the verse,
I won't live long to sing.
Oh, Incubus.
Did you really grovel,
Or merely hurt?
Was it love you lived,
Or greed -the ill?
Was it both at ease,
Or none at will?
Did you tell the stars to shine down brighter?
Did you whisper to the moon, to dim its light?
Or did you simply wish
For the Sun to sleep early?
I wore black tonight.
Was it to mock myself, or mourn?
Did I beseech?
Did I invite?
Or was it Earth,
Who held her charms right?
You made me smile.
Twice.
Was it to prepare me to cry,
Or leave me to unwillingly die?
Dusk now, everywhere.
That which still follows,
Is your stare.
Kill me slowly,
O fiery serpent.
Your strength maybe all I have
To succumb to.