Around, all around, the sinister creatures gather.
My dread grows as the Dark One's touch falls against my eyes.
It mutilates me, and darkly my
essence drips
to the barren land.
In horror I flee
while the Reaper follows.
Now alone, my essence falls upon darkened eyes.
This is my Hell
It is a night of dark desire, a song of blood,
wolves vent their cry. The ethereal one
awakes.
Night shrouds her pale form,
an everlasting desire.
Her raven hair cascades over
pale and delicate shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
blood streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of ecstasy,
I hunger.
COMMENTS
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martin
21:44 Apr 10 2010
hmmm, dark