It is a night of darkness, a song of death,
Vampires vent their pain
The immortal one
Arises...
Evil shrouds her stalking form,
A timeless desire,
Her raven hair cascades over
Translucent ivory shoulders, and her
Full deeply crimson lips part, slightly,
To taste the
life streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her...
Now in a night of new
Awareness,
I weep!
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
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