eternal
It is a night of ethereal pain, a song of sorrow,
wolves vent their howls. The immortal one
rises.
Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her deathly form,
an eternal life.
Her raven hair cascades over
pale and delicate shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
blood streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of darkness,
I awaken.
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gothic poems
i have started to write some dark poems please read
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