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It is a night of darkness

A song of ethereal pain.

Wolves vent their loneliness

The immortal one

Stirs...



Evil shrouds her brooding

Form,

A lurking wanting



Her inky black hair

Cascades over

Pale deeply crimson lips

Part slightly,



To taste the

Red tears

Streaming from the

Pale flesh beneath

Her...



Now a night

Of new awareness,

I hunger...





It's a night of dark desire,

A song of death,

Wolves vent their pain.

The thirsting one

Stirs...



Evil shrouds her deathly form,

An everlasting desire.



Her raven hair cascades over

Translucent ivory shoulders, and her

Full blood red lips, part slightly, to taste the

Soul streaming from the

Pale flesh beneath

Her...



Now a night of ecstasy,

I awaken.





Dorian Petersen Potter

Aka ladydp2000

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