A Night of Blood


It is a night of ethereal pain,
a song of blood,
wolves vent their pain,
The immortal one awakes.
curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her grant form, a brooding life.
Her raven hair cascades over translucents ivory shoulders,
and her full really very deeply crimson lips parts slightly,
to taste the red tears streaming from the pale flesh beneath her.
Now a night of vitality, I thirst.

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