Lady of the Night
Her teeth seep through skin like butter on a warm day
The touch of this being is like the breeze of a cold winters day!
warm blood leaves the mark of the coming of death
suduction from her eyes peirce your heart stone cold
her skin so pale like snow
lips of fire
hair black as night
voice of a angel
silences the light
The touch of this being is like the breeze of a cold winters day!
warm blood leaves the mark of the coming of death
suduction from her eyes peirce your heart stone cold
her skin so pale like snow
lips of fire
hair black as night
voice of a angel
silences the light
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