Imm0rt4l

It is a night of dark desire, a song of subtlety, wolves vent their howls. The immortal one rises. Curling wisps of death shrouds her deathly form, an eternal desire. Her raven hair cascades over translucent ivory shoulders, and her full crimson lips part slightly, to taste the blood streaming from the pale flesh beneath her. Now a night of new awareness, I smile vaguely. -- Moja twórczość: www.zablysnij.pl/ludzie/immortal