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The wailing banshee riding the night skies...

water slowly submerging you...

and the voices begin as you struggle for air...

a warm and familiar embrace, as you head into the unknown...



Summoning ancient ones...

acknowledgement of old...

embracing the light....

while succumbing to darkness...



Sensual sheets of satin stroking your flesh...

and sometimes with bitter shards of glass...

a fuzzy warm memory...

a midnight stroll in the woods, dark, dank, mysterious



...losing your way...

and drowning in the mire...

lips caressing all over your body....

then sinking in with sharp teeth...



...possession...

falling into a trance like state...

the beckoning forth of your Dark Muse...

...a journey...