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It is a night of sorrow, a song of ethereal pain,

wolves vent their loneliness. The immortal one

rises.



Night shrouds her pale form,

a timeless desire.



Her inky black 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 new awareness,

I remember her.

Damn me father for ı must sin

for centuries of this damned immortality..

Yet ı didn`t ask to be made - why ?

I will never again feel your sun upon my face or the comfort.



I am not Alive, I am not dead

This the hell on earth



How can ı possibly explain this Eternal youth ?

When I can do nothing but sit by