Dark love
It is a night of dark desire, a song of sorrow,
wolves vent their loneliness. The eternal one
wakens.
Night shrouds her pale form,
an eternal wrath.
Her raven hair cascades over
translucent ivory shoulders, and her
full crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of ecstasy,
I thirst.


 
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