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the blackest gift
it is a night of dark desire,
a song of sorrow.
wolves vent their howls,
the beautiful one awakes.
evil shrouds her deathly form,
an eternal dread.
her raven hair cascades over pale shoulders,
and her full crimsons lips part slightly to taste the soul streaming from the pale flesh beneath her.
now a night of new life,
i awaken.
a song of sorrow.
wolves vent their howls,
the beautiful one awakes.
evil shrouds her deathly form,
an eternal dread.
her raven hair cascades over pale shoulders,
and her full crimsons lips part slightly to taste the soul streaming from the pale flesh beneath her.
now a night of new life,
i awaken.
Published 12th Apr 2011
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12th Apr 2011 7:52pm
i liked this babe,its good. i take it i'm the beautiful one? ;) or is it you...;)
12th Apr 2011 7:58pm
12th Apr 2011 10:16pm
