by Briana
(Houston,Texas USA)
It is a night of death,a song of dark desire, wolves vent their loneliness. The eternal one stirs.
Darkness shrouds her stalking form,an eternal wanting.
Her midnight hair cascades slightly over pale shoulders and full blood red lips, to taste the blood streaming from the pale flesh beneath her.
Now a night of darkness,
I thirst.
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