Vampires Dark Love

amberloveszach posted on Feb 12, 2009 at 03:23PM
dark love

It is a night of death, a song of darkness,
wolves vent their howls. The dark one

Death shrouds her deathly form,
a timeless dread.

Her inky black hair cascades over
pale shoulders, and her
full really very deeply crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath

Now a night of taking,
I weep.

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