Kamelot
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
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(spoken)
The word "incubus" means "to lie on"
And it was believed that any heavy 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 fervor of the middle ages
It is not altogether surprising that the idea of a demon lover, was believed to account of this phenomenon