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Premium Member Long Dark Night

The night had been long and dark I cannot sleep I don’t know what to do. I thought I 
would just lie alone in my bed and listen to all the sounds I here around me. I try to 
figure out what they may be. I think I hear the sound of the crickets call its dark I can’t 
see. I also here what sounds like cars going down the road I don’t know its dark I can’t 
see. So many other sounds I here around me. When lying alone in the dark your mind 
will play tricks on you. Sometimes you here things you can’t explain. If you listen long 
enough they will drive you insane. That is just your mind playing tricks on you. On a 
night you can’t sleep what do you do so your mind will not play tricks on you.

Dark Queen Evernightly

These four walls; they crack in the sunlight, dark shrouds cover my 
shoulders like a blanket--so thick. 
 The dark queen wraps her bony and icy fingers around her lovers...the ones who disgraced
her. She looks them in the eyes, with hers a chilling gray, scrapes her nails along the
skin of them, 

she feels them shiver and quiver under her touch, she feels their weakness envelope them.
She sings her spell in the light of the full moon. When she is angered, her lips connect
with their necks. she drains them. 

She haunts her lovers in their dreams..dangles her nails and swirls them on their chests
as she hums her song in their ears as they slumber...

she brings the nightmares to come...they are her lovers punishment for such disgrace, 
no one in the kingdom is ever allowed to insult her. behind her hack or to her face. 

later that night, she smirks as she glares out the frosted window. "The job is done" she
says. rubbing her chilled hands together. "death is a scene, so unsightly. For the dark
queen is I. Yours truly...every so truly...Evernightly".

with much love i send this letter.

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