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Red Roses

Red Roses laid at her front door  
Fresh out of the rain  
A bouquet perhaps suggesting more  
A freedom from all pain  
He follows as midnight nears  
A dandy dressed in black  
His bright eyes dispel all fears  
And dread of an attack  
His lips gently caress her throat  
His teeth sink slowly in  
Her livid cares all seem remote  
As does her life of sin  
He takes her to the palace halls  
Conducts her in a dance  
A sterling life of darkness calls  
Two immortals, new romance.
Written by crowfly
Author's Note
Entered in mysteriouslady's "My Blood I Give To Thee....." competition. Art by sistaofpain.
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