Barren Graveyard

this barren graveyard
is redolent
of the scent
of her blood
ever coursing
his veins.

the Wolf Moon
the unholy union
from its
sepulchral slumber.

the hunger consumes
their phantom souls
as they wander
unhallowed ground
in mortal trappings
for warmth
in each other's
cold flesh.

in the twilight
of a setting moon
he finds
the One
to sate
the thirst
that binds them
in Eternal Damnation.

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