walking through alleys of neon.
Scarlet shoes crush shards of glass
as she carries on.
The stench of tar, low brow
follows in her wake.
Tattered gown and vile detection
her glance behind assures I am hidden.
Slithering through the shadows
a haunted man, a ghoul caught
Ensnared by the succubus.
I only sought to be free.
How could no one see?
I mused, I mourned, for her eyes are blood red
Horns curl high above
but none see but a broken whore
close to falling.
My hand curls round the blade placed at my waist
as I follow further along the path
noticing not the fading light
the lack of commerce or even friendly folk.
Within the glade she first found me
we danced a delicate death
I knew now that there was no recourse
That all I could do is submit
for she is mine…….
and I am hers……..
to feed, to soothe, to be.
Forgive me father.