Dark Love

It is a night f darkness, a song of death, wolves vent their cry. The beautiful one rises. Mist shrouds her stalking form, a timeless desire. Her raven hair cascades over pale and delicate shoulders, and her full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the life streaming from the pale flesh beneath her. Now a night of darkness. I awaken.

By NightShadow the Dweller

My name is Dzenan, i like to learn about the spiritual world and like to explore this world and learn more about it.