Imagine ghosts gathered round
sight unseen in their resolve
extend existence for a time
with a promise of delight
the living act as willing hosts
when amusement is the lure
desires extended to attract
those who seek carnality
these spirits go by other names
inducing lewdness as the reward
riding hosts until the dawn
then asking for another turn
fiends acknowledged in the end
it's too late for the dismayed
flush by diversions of the flesh
this bait leading to the abyss.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20191031.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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