A wrinkled old hag by day, at night she sheds her skin and becomes a fireball.
Your prompt is SOUCOUYANT.
Blood sucking old hag
Take off your skin, become flame
Light the night with screams
As light, she enters homes through cracks and keyholes, to suck the blood of those inside.
Darkness rests on chests
Light pressure to heavy heaves
A succubus crushes the flames
Last light from your dreams.
Mine wasn't very poetic. I was too busy thinking "cool".
Very interesting topic and I loved your haiku. Far more dignified than mine.