Succubus

Where I to write a poem for you
How much of it would be true?
For one may construe
Black as white.

The night
May bring delight
But come break of day
The succubus will be on her way.

He who invites the vampire in
Has, I maintain
No reason to complain
When she leaves him pale and thin.

The blood red
Wine tastes divine
And there is a fine line
Betwixt the living and the dead.

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