Eternal
Eternal
Its a night of sorrow, a song
of dark desire. Wolves vent their cry.
The immortal one awakens evil
shrouds his deathly form a timeless desire.
His midnight hair cascades over pale shoulders,
and his full blood red lips part slightly.
To taste the soul streaming from the pale flesh beneath him.
Now a night of darkness, I remeber him.... :
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