Incubus Slayer

The abhorrent creature tormented her, as if a demonic rite

Its apparition rising, through her dreamless, darkest, night

And despite baiting evil, she knew naught enough of good

For albeit, her flesh was warm, ice flowed instead of blood

In the stormy hours, she knew that she wasn't on her own

For it crept in quietly beside her, whether supine, or prone

And when it defiled her, she cast her wrath upon its name

As she screamed, inside her head, to keep herself insane

Its death breath caressed her, as it came, for its vile need

As it wantonly assaulted her, it ejaculated, its odious seed

And she murmured, in her bed, to fake the act of pleasure

Cursing its putrid presence, but of it, she had the measure

The rapist was too late, to doubt, as it gazed upon insanity

Realising with horror, that she had gone beyond humanity

And so it rose from her soiled bed, wary, spent and flaccid

But she shrieked, in its face, to scorch and erode like acid

And she hissed as she gouged at it, the parasitic offender

Plucking out its carmine eyes, then ripping off its member

And the creature squealed, with its death beyond a doubt

As it desiccated into drifting cremains, from its insides out

She laughed, as it died, for she had preyed upon a preyer

For she was (and forever is), an avenging, incubus slayer

Like a sorceress, once upon a time, she had used to care

Now in the dreamless, darkest night, she will be the mare