Tragic Love
It is a night of ethereal pain, a song of dark desire,
wolves vent their pain. The eternal one
awakes.
Darkness shrouds her deathly form,
an everlasting desire.
Her silken hair cascades over
pale and tragic shoulders, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the
life streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of vitality,
I remember her.
xXkikimoraXx Community Member 
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