Succubus: Terry D. Scheerer


By: Terry D. Scheerer

Cold and dark as death she doth creep,
o'er land and hearth and home.
She steals away the warmth of day,
to seek wherein the dreamers lay.

With light caress--a kiss no less--
she sucks men void of life,
Then leaves behind an empty shell
and thus sated, returns to Hell!


About the Author

Terry D. Scheerer feels that his poetry reflects aspects of his life, much of which has been dark, dreary, full of pain, death, disappointment and disillusionment. But, then, whose life hasn't been?
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