The Incubus

The day the devil came down to earth

And lodged in Katrina’s heart,

It took me suddenly by surprise

When she shot his poisoned dart,

I’d known he was out to get me since

I’d got wised up to his tricks,

But I didn’t think that he’d use my girl

To blow my world to bits.

She’d always been such a loving girl

With her pure and slothful eyes,

I didn’t know that behind that smile

Was a cesspool full of lies,

He’d burrowed deep in her afterglow

And had twisted her inside,

I didn’t know it was him not her,

For her purity had died.

The day she opened her mouth I saw

That her tongue was hard and black,

The words she uttered were never hers

But a blatant, harsh attack,

I sat there stunned for a moment with

My face as white as a sheet,

‘Where on earth is that coming from,’

I said to her, ‘my sweet?’

She said that she’d never loved me and

That love was just a crock,

She felt that she was above me, well,

I stared at her in shock,

She said she’d lain with another man

On just the night before,

I’d thought that I was a lover, but

She said he was so much more.

She pressed all my tender buttons and

She made me feel quite sick,

She knew how to disarray me and

Her poison acted quick,

I asked her if I had done something

To spawn this stream of stuff,

She said that I didn’t need to,

Being me was quite enough.

I said that I’d better leave then, if

That’s all that I meant to her,

She called me a craven coward, and

A crawling, slinking cur,

Her tongue rolled back and it blocked her throat

She began to gasp and choke,

So I reached inside and I grabbed her tongue

As she screamed in a long, high note.

The tongue came out like an evil snake

It was long, and black as ink,

It came away in my hand and left

A small one, that was pink,

It wriggled over the floor and I

Then stamped it into a pulp,

While Katrina drew a massive breath,

All she could do was gulp.

She couldn’t remember a thing she’d said

So I said, it’s up to us,

Whatever it was, that blackened tongue

Was the devil’s incubus,

She cried and said that she loved me

It would be just as it was before,

But I look out for that incubus,

A seed from the devil’s spore.

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[A Soap Mess Stories]

The devil always looks for ways to rear its ugliness. Excellent read.

[Coyote Poetry]

Those Devil ladies. Tempting and wonderful. I enjoyed this tale. I wanted to know and read more. Thank you David for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Cambion]

The power to speak is a double-edged sword. How often we sow the seeds of regret with that what's behind our teeth. Good poem as always, Mr. Paget.