The Selfling

I saw her first in the lighting flash

That lit her up in the storm,

The rain was beating on down to slash

Her more than shapely form,

She’d just emerged from a woodland copse

Was soaked as she could be,

So came to shelter beneath the

Mighty Oak, along with me.

Her hair was more than bedraggled, but

As black as a phantom crow,

Her clothes were old and ragged, but

They clung to her figure so,

I asked her what had possessed her then

To wander out in the rain,

She looked at me and began to pout,

‘I could well ask you the same.’

I said I wasn’t prepared for it,

It came down out of the blue,

Just as the sun went underground

And dark, so what about you?

She said that she only ventured out

When the daylight was eclipsed,

In wind and storm she was newly born

On an evening such as this.

But then she sighed and I saw her eyes

Weren’t blue or green, but black,

Her lips an unearthly red, like blood,

No lipstick looked like that.

She said, ‘they call me The Selfling, for

I offer myself for free,

I give whatever you want, but then

I take what I want for me.’

She lay down under that mighty tree

And pulled me down on top,

Onto a pile of Autumn leaves,

And said, ‘now don’t you stop.’

I must confess that I did no less

Than The Selfling said to do,

As she took me into that wilderness

There was pain and pleasure too.

Her teeth bit into my helpless wrist

As we rolled there in the mud,

I felt my essence begin to ebb

As she took a pint of blood.

When I awoke I was on my own

Though I caught a final glimpse,

Of her, in a flash of lightning, though

I’ve never seen her since.

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

i love your stuff sir...always a treat to see you have posted and to read such an imagination ...quite appropriate as well ..our times so full of Vampires, Zombies and Werewolves ..oh my! i will take it for granted, since he never saw her again, that he is doing ok.... isn't he???? ;)
E.