[The Darkest Gift]

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.

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