Unwilling Poem by Amera Andersen

O, to be invoked from Delphian shadows,
to wander midst the mortal living souls.
Everlasting queen and once Apollo’s,
as goddess I was written in the scrolls.

I’m now a specter forced to dwell with him,
with all the others I must roam these halls.
I’m just another sprit at his whim,
a harem slave that comes when e’re he calls.

I dwell amongst the women of my kind,
the stolen souls that demons now possess.
My purpose here is very well defined
and forced to wear this old Victorian dress.

I’m at his beck and call to lend a thrill,
a semi-mortal subject to his will.