dark love
It is a night of subtlety, a song of subtlety,
wolves vent their loneliness. The beautiful one
wakens.
Fog shrouds her walking form,
an everlasting desire.
Her silken hair cascades over
translucent ivory shoulders, and her
full red lips part slightly, to taste the
blood streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of new life,
I smile vaguely.
wolves vent their loneliness. The beautiful one
wakens.
Fog shrouds her walking form,
an everlasting desire.
Her silken hair cascades over
translucent ivory shoulders, and her
full red 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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