Nothing Less Than Beautiful

May 3, 2010
It is a night of death, a song of darkness,
wolves vent their cry. The beautiful one

Evil shrouds her walking form,
a timeless fear.

Her black hair cascades over
fragile milk-white shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
soul streaming from the
pale flesh beneath

Now a night of darkness,
I awaken.

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