The cold one

Golden eyes and dark burgundy hair
Swiftly, the green rushes past
The dew drops sparkle on your cold skin
Longer and longer you will last
Not wanting to return
To the creature you once were
But the sunlight will burn
You like the fires of no cure
The silence, only broken by
The heartbeat of the sullen deer
And the warm liquid of life
Pushing its way through every vein
Calls to you, like the piercing of a knife
The craving, the hunger is a sudden pain
Clutching at your throat, your eyes are suddenly red
The heartbeat stops, a quiet lore
A monster arises and walks from its dead.





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