A Spell
In the night.
No one will know
How her golden halo
Fell from the sky
And then past heaven
Deep into the night
The angel took fright
And pulled into
The seven-eleven
Interminable times
Bells without chimes
And nightmares
And bad dreams forsaken
Incubus, it’s called
That left her appalled
And held her captive
Before she’d awaken
No rhyme or reason
Or low or high treason
Could release her
Now she’d been taken
Even her lies
Screams and her cries
Could mitigate
how she’s shaking
she’s now flying high
Lost up in the sky
A vortex
Now whirls her around
her screams are blurred
by the wind and a bird
And her shrieks
Make a sound barely heard
Demonic nightmares
And incubus scares
Drove her
From heaven to hell
And even when awake
It’s impossible to shake
The cast of
An incubus, spell.
©
David Rudder
2022
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