Around, all around, the shadows gather.
My dread grows as the Dark One's touch
falls against my naked soul.
It crushes me, and darkly my
life's blood drips
to the cold, uncaring tombstoens.
In numbness I stand hanging my head
while Death's shadow takes my hand.
Now alone, my love falls upon empty eyes
This is your love.
Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened room as I kneel,
always silent, always alone,
frozen here,
waiting.
Angelic forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air.
forming an image in my mind,
infilitrating my darkened soul.
Tears on a child's face.
I raise my head, now crying out for
this uncaring heaven.
It is a night of dark desire, a song of death,
wolves vent their pain. The beautiful one
awakes.
Mist shrouds her pale form,
an everlasting wanting.
Her midnight hair cascades over
pale and delicate shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to tatste the
blood shteaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of ectasy,
I weep.
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