It is a night of darkness, a song of death,
wolves vent their pain. The eternal one
stirs.
Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her stalking form,
a timeless desire.
Her midnight hair cascades over
pale shoulders, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of taking,
I awaken.
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