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by Princess Demonica May 20, 2006 category : Dark, fantasy / fantasy, mystical
Dormant all these months. Quiet in redemption. Sleeping in the dark. Feeling colorless and pallid. Draped in midnight robes Of velvet. Icy fingers reaching for Something they cannot grasp Sleeping rain i beseech thee, Come and wash away the dark From my very soul. Coolness soothes my burning skin. Spatters of rain hit my face. Water washes away the sin. The sin that taints my aura. My soul. It cleanses us all.