It is a night of darkness, a song of death,
wolves vent their pain. The dark one
Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her pale form,
an eternal desire.
Her midnight hair cascades over
pale and delicate shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
soul streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
Now a night of darkness,
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