Dark Love
It is a night of dark desire, a song of ethereal pain,
wolves vent their loneliness. The immortal one
awakes.
Fog shrouds her deathly form,
a timeless fear.
Her raven hair cascades over
pale and delicate shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
blood streaming from the pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a might of darkness,
I rise
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