Dark Love
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by Cristina (Romania) |
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It is a night of sorrow, a song of darkness,
wolves vent their pain. The immortal one
rises.
Wisps of death shrouds her deathly form,
an impatient agony.
Her raven hair cascades over
pale and tragic shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
soul streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of new life,
I rise.
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| Date Added: |
July 04, 2011 |
| Added By: |
Aja |
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| Times Rated: | 241 |
| Rating: | 9.604 |
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