Dark Love

It is a night of darkness, a song of blood,
wolves vent their pain. The dark one
rises.

Evil shrouds her deathly form,
an eternal wrath.

Her raven hair cascades over
pale shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
darkness streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of ecstasy,
I remember her.

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