Night Of Ecstasy
It is a night of dark desire, a song of sorrow,
wolves vent their loneliness. The beautiful one
rises.
Mist shrouds her pale form,
an eternal wrath.
Her silken hair cascades over
pale and tragic shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
death streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of ecstasy,
I awaken.
wolves vent their loneliness. The beautiful one
rises.
Mist shrouds her pale form,
an eternal wrath.
Her silken hair cascades over
pale and tragic shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
death streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of ecstasy,
I awaken.
-Beautiful Pollution
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