Graveyards and woodlands,
seascapes and moonlight.
Abandoned asylums,
bonfires at twilight.
Steel boned corsetry and tight lacing,
These are a few of my favourite things!
When it's daytime,
and the sun shines,
and I'm feeling sad.
I simply remember my favourite things,
then I don't feel so bad!
Oh if only the Sound of Music gothed it up!
It is a night of dark desire, a song of blood.
The thirsting one awakes.
Curling wisps of death shrouds her brooding form, an everlasting wanting.
Her ebon hair cascades over pale shoulders, and her full crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
life streaming from the pale flesh beneath her.
Now a night of vitality,
I awaken.
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