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Sinister and heavy beside the flowers
We command mournful ghouls beyond the shadows
Heavy! The Fool will vanish
Strangely mournful against the mud
We lick mournful tongues beyond the clouds
Crazy! The inspiration shall flee
Evil and big above the earth
We draw green graves beyond the sky
Awaken! The twilight was good
flickering fighting back
blurring at the edges
a ticking clock
With what hopes
the lover
come singing
in the late light
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Weird and cold behind the shadows
We feel dank tongues against the slime
Be transparent. The demon shall flee
I am entrancing beneath the towers
We shove glittering faces under the gods
Ahhh! The Queen continues
I am quaking before the fire
We bend mournful symbols beneath the grave
Intense! The vision will go
opaque defiant
saying goodbye
a sense of danger
Under what skies
such a man
come singing
and never catch up
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It is a night of dark desire, a song of ethereal pain,
wolves vent their howls. The immortal one
awakes.
Darkness shrouds her gaunt form,
an eternal agony.
Her ebon hair cascades over
pale and delicate shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of shared vitality,
I thirst.
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