To Be As She

by FountainsOfBlood   Nov 15, 2007


It's a night of darkness
A song of sorrow
Wolves vent their howls
The beautiful one rises
Death shrouds her stalking form
An everlasting desire
Her midnight hair cascades
Over pale shoulders
And her full scarlet lips
Part ever so slyly
To taste the red tears streaming
From the pale flesh beneth her
Now a night of ecstacy
I smile, I remember her...

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