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It is a night of ethereal pain, a song of sorrow,
wolves vent their howls. The eternal one
awakes.Evil shrouds her gaunt form,
an everlasting wrath.Her midnight hair cascades over
translucent ivory shoulders, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the
blood streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.Now a night of new awareness,
I weep.
