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It is a night of dark desire, a song of darkness,
wolves vent their howls. The dark one
stirs.
Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her pale form,
an eternal desire.
Her raven hair cascades over
pale and delicate shoulders, and her
full crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of shared vitality,
I awaken.