Incubus, for chamber ensemble

After a poem by Paul Williams

Incubus

Cast from heaven, amongst the
fallen am I
Wings clipped, unable to fly.
A demon cursed
in lust and arrogance well versed

So ‘neath gibbous moon as substance
that can be called shadow.
I hunt the scent of innocence.
A loathsome lothario dancing on the wind
delivering desire to those yet to be sinned.

Calling on you in your sleep
expect not foreplay, nor kindness,
nor kissing or anything deep.
Just a hint of pleasure
and pain to make you weep.

From a dead skin mask
I’ll watch with hemlock eyes,
enduring the rapture of alluring thighs
…for a little while at least…
until libidinous in the extreme
ready to join in toxic waltz
cometh the beast.

I’ll enter and take dominion over you
mouldering, mephitic breath hardens
thrusting deep in your mind
nightmares pumping as you
become one with my kind.

Palpitating breast heaves as
Hells inferno grips your soul
and your body looses control
throbbing with licentious greed
accepting the demon seed.

Withdrawn gasping for breath
I’ll leave you disturbed
Until you wake, as if from death
haunting memories will soon to fade
of the night of love with a shade.
But do ye well, not to dismiss it
as nothing more than a bad dream
everything is not as it may seem.

For after nine months your womb
junket filled,
will give…
and my hideous progeny
be spilled
your nightmare… fulfilled.

Paul Williams © 2005