falling drops of rain.
Masks the sound of pain.
A man running towards his time.
From a woman half-divine.
His wounds infect his life force.
Blackened by the laughing morbid source.
The vixen's crimson lips smiling in ecstasy.
Waiting for the pale face of death expectantly.
The soul manifest from the deceased cries.
Staring back at his evil conqueror's amber eyes.
The woman half-divine kisses her death spell.
Imprisoning him to a never-ending lust of a hell.
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