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… Continue reading Dark Love
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Dreamer
Can you hear me outside your window at night? The sky pitch black, the moonlight bright, as I stalk your soul, invade your dreams, nothing in my world is quite what it seems.
Exile but from one
Darkening, the sky seems to mock me as if it know’s I’m lost and confused. The sun hides its face from me as if it feels ashamed to shine upon my raven hair and crimson lips, but the moon shines above me, caressing my skin and soothing my soul.