Of darkness, blood and desire I am born. Those that seek but scoff and scorn. Mother Earth, come welcome me, ease my mind and set me free.
The blood that runs but through my veins, burns like fire, yet cold like rain. The embers cool when darkness falls, shadows cloak and cover all.
Desire that burns deep within, I cannot seek nor call you friend. So life I have, such that it is. Solitude my only kin.
Randall
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