A poem about sorrow, love and fear.
Eternal
It is a night of sorrow, a song of death,
wolves vent their howls. The eternal one
awakes.
Wisps of death shrouds her deathly form,
an everlasting desire.
Her raven hair cascades over
pale shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
death streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of darkness,
I remember her.
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