Tis a dilemma to draw down the moon
center of circle & her hair entwined;
the staff raised, the incantation recited;
no real words just babble that comes
through the spirit channeling through
out of the wizard's lips to invoke a she
who is not real smoky doppelganger
of true love with every visage in place;
nightmare's illusion in mortal man's
beauty & enthralled by life itself
no goddess she but a wraith lifted
from beneath the earth; shadowy shade
who though intangible has scales
for flesh slick & smooth as a shark's;
as she takes him in her tentacled arms &
for once it is he who swoons
in vampyr's embrace of loving succubus