The Birth of an Incubus (Born a child of scorn) (Free verse) by SupremeDreamer
Crows danced with the children of scorn
beneath a scarlet sunburst
whilst an incubus babe was born-
promptly given blood to quench its thirst.
At dusk they feasted with ease;
liquored were their lips of bloodlust,
driven to beat those they could seize-
some silenced with blade thrust.
The celebration waned by dawn;
fuddled were the children of scorn-
mumbles began to fade into yawn.
Sleep subdued the last by morn,
ending the rite of a newborn.
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