Poetry For The Poisoned Pt I (Incubus)

There was a time when I was young A boy with bold ambitions There was a time when I could tell the crooked from the wicked one There was a song that someone sung A hint of recognition There was a time I knew you well enough to know you won't be gone Come with me tonight Tell me how it feels to be alive There was a time I had respect A name of reputation There was a time when I could watch myself without being disgraced Come with me tonight Let us find a place where we can hide Come into the light Let me show you how we stay alive The word incubus means to lie on and it was believed that any feeling in bed such as a weight pressing down on your chest especially accompanied by nightmares was a sure sign that an incubus had attempted to have a nocturnal intercourse with you Given the religious fervour of the Middle Ages it is not altogether surprising that the idea of a demon lover was believed to account of this phenomenon