Poem By Phoenix Risen 

Oh, dark spirit, old and wise - hearken unto me this night. Give me thine ear, if only for a moment - that thou might relieve me of my plight.

Look thou upon me in mine hour of despair, for a woman hath beset me. Another dark spirit like unto thee. She is tempestuous, yet my desire is she.

Wherefore doth thou trouble me, oh, human? Thou art but an insect unto me - a rag doll to be consumed at my leisure. What careth I for thee or thy pleasure?

Hath a dark spirit come unto thee? A sister of mine own dark spawn. A succubus to drain thee of thy will. Let her be a plague from morning till dawn.

Go to now, oh, dark one, grant unto me one request.
For thy favor I offer a great gift.
Let thy smile rest upon me and I shall be his.
This spirit hath beset me; I ask only for release.

Let thy favor rest upon me, oh, dark lord.
To thee I offer my greatest treasure.
It is mine to give from my own hand.
I offer my own soul in perfect measure.



 By Phoenix Risen

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17 Comments on Supplication

  1. To sell ones soul for a woman’s love sounds like double torture… definitely something to really think hard about.

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  2. This poem gave me the chills, because I’ve heard people say that they’d sell their soul for this or that. When it all comes down to it, would you really?

    Liked by 4 people

  3. A very scary poem with a great illustration to match. Perfect for Friday night frights.

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  4. Thanks for submitting your dark poem, Phoenix Risen! All the monsters around here now have a soul to sell. Go figure. But I don’t think anyone will buy.

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  5. Phoenix Risen // July 22, 2016 at 8:07 pm // Reply

    Thank you so much for posting my poem!
    It is an honor to be here on Slasher Monster!! The illustration is awesome!
    You guys rock!!

    Liked by 2 people

  6. Succcubi and incubi are not demons one should trifle with…worse than meth.
    Great poem AND illustration.

    Liked by 3 people

  7. This is such a scary poem, that I might go and check out the closets…

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