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Eternal Dark Desire

It is a night of darkness, a song of dark desire,
wolves vent their pain. The eternal one
stirs.

Mist shrouds her deathly form,
an everlasting wrath.

Her raven hair cascades over
pale and delicate shoulders, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the
death streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.





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