Incubus

A demon made of mist is here,
upon my chest it formed.
As I lie in my bed.
Spawned from fear.

Mangled face of this ghastly ghostly creature.
A gargoyles features of pure terror and unholy awe.
I wonder what it has in store tonight
as I lie paralysed with fright?

Curious?
A mystery of evolution this.
Horned.
I wonder what they're for?
And like a thought he changed
The beast of terror and of mist
a scientist became.
The incubus explained.

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