Dark Love
It is a night of darkness, a song of death,
wolves vent their howls, the eternal one
awakes.
Evil shrouds her pale form,
a timeless desire.
Her black hair cascades over
pale and delicate shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of new life,
I awaken.
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