this is what happens when im weak

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to be as she

It is a night of blood, a song of ethereal pain,
wolves vent their howls. The beautiful one
wakens.

Evil shrouds her gaunt form,
an impatient fear.

Her inky black hair cascades over
translucent ivory shoulders, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of new awareness,
I rise.