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It is a night of ethereal pain, a song of sorrow,
wolves vent their cry. The beautiful one
stirs.

Evil shrouds her walking form,
an everlasting wrath.

Her raven hair cascades over
pale and tragic shoulders, and her
full red lips part slightly, to taste the
blood streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of new awareness,
I hunger.