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To be as she
It is a night of sorrow, a song of death,
wolves vent their pain. The beautiful one
awakes.
Night shrouds her pale form,
a timeless desire.
Her raven hair cascades over
pale and delicate shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of darkness,
I remember her.
its spooky and twisted and
its spooky and twisted and sad!! i love it. it kinda reminds me of a snow white horror story!!! Keep writing
day dreamer
I think you need more than
I think you need more than only 4 things posted on the website - great job here, keep posting!