Severence.

A man betwixt with a succubus of sorts

To appreciate

The lustful gleam

in such innocent eyes

She lead me on

For a lair of deceit

I was simply,

simply what, I cannot be certain,

But I was hers.

She never spoke, never questioned

The validity of my love.

And when all was over,

she left me alone.

The silence was smothering,

The window as dull as my pain,

It hazed over.

With such a deafening silence.

I could never possibly imagine.

The severence

Of those pretty blue eyes

Author's Note

Made in a blur, even I questioned it

Reviews

[Ufi Auttorri ~ UfoAutho..]

If this be the vision and words of "a man betwixt with a succubus of sorts" then he has truly been beguiled for, in truth, t'was no succubus but perhaps one of na daoine cnoc. We cannot know this for certain but watch carefully, in the eve of the next new moon, if he has na cluasa dearga then bind him tight lest he disappear forever from sight. An excellent poem, Elena! :)

[Emma Flemming]

Perfect, possitively perfect! I applaud you :)

[Sami Khalil]

The silence was smothering,
The window as dull as my pain.
A nice write.

[Dr. Wood ?]

i think you got the message across wit some skill..the uncertainty..the longing the innocence and the experienced...very well written

[Elena Covaci]

Thank you so very much, muchly appreciated :)