Black Incubus

A mood prevails as the night begins its play

Christening each thought the mellow begans its walk

Strolling down the walk as the prevailing story unravels and the truth floats by

Marshall to sight is the blessed event begins to mimic a thought, a gesture, a play circling wide and far the imagination begins its herald and serenade of a love untrue but hot as fire breaths between

Suffocating with the mind the image flays a path of heat winding as serpent

For indeed the Black Incubus is a necessity, a glory, a parade as its own melody of song, music divine as the walk call

Crashing against thoughts of pride it battles, battles the wall of pride and yet

Compelled by a known the battle engrossed means a crescendo of majestic thunder of feeling of throbbing want

Who is, what is, what are, who are the melodious, insidious and succulent prey of delight

Black Incubus are you known as a man or an image of true melody of symphony

Crafted by the storm the eyes dwell involved as the heart sings so sweet

Crashing symbols flashed with songs of madness and began, I end, I live, I feel divine as the truth flows and say I know, I’m sorry Black Incubus for the bird remains free

By

Felicia McCaw