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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. 
666gothchick
Written by 666gothchick (Paulina Dionne)
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