It is a night of darkness, a song of death,
wolves vent their cry. The ethereal one
rises.
Death shrouds her pale form,
an eternal desire.
Her black hair cascades over
pale and delicate shoulders, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the
blood streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of new life,
I smile vaguely.
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