Her touch would wither your soul
unrelenting stride
grace in motion
hair flowing like oceans
the pride line rows at alters
and canldes light coffers
distant chimes set the
echos
in my mind shes letting go
yellow drenched moon beams
slice the darkness
we became the sleepers
in chains
i wait
for you still
one hundred years and counting
urge is overkill
feelings
exalting
my
vampire goddess
minddredge
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