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Darkness and blood creep from the earth,

Corpses grace the barren plains.

The heavens and skies above collide,

A thousand stars dance down on rotted flesh.

Diana hunts down the living with her rays.

Breathing his scent on the wind,

Carry me to him by the graces of bloodlust.

The taste of pale skin in the cold air...

Drops of crimson drip down onto a thirsty tongue,

Satisfying the craving with human ambrosia.

Tasting and teasing a black heart,

Broken and scarred from past addiction.

A embrace to break the ties of darkness,

A kiss to exchange the bittersweet fruits of desire.

Love burns in the morning light,

A love dying with sun's first coming.