It's Not You ... By Bay K. Demon that I am, My ways, hellish. Sulfur of Tartarus should fill my breath. Yet, allowed free roam above. All I touch, Cursed. It is not ascribed -- I chose to be thus. Opportunities, squandered A basket of water. You saw me, reached out. I swore you were blind, To ever smile at one my kind. You gave, you listened, you felt. Alas! She knew not this fiend. Possessed of Succubus, I eyed my prize Drawing from you without compromise. I ripped and gorged, You moaned with pleasure. So unaware, the ebbing of your essence. Doubly Isaac – You lay still, after the lamb was shown. True sacrifice! Your soul, half way down, I choked it up. A god toying with his doll. Unfamiliar, the tinge within, Which made me --for the first time-- 'See you'. You wept and cursed, And begged me to stay. But I would not look your way. Forever now, shielding my eyes From your pursuing dazzle. Its simple magnificence rendering me Defeated!