the wolves howled at the moon
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that chilly autumn night
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and cold winds whispered through
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the scattered leaves
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when the first light from
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a late, yet crimson dawn,
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shined through the morning mist...
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she was dead... and so reborn.
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caught in a web of silver beams
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thrown from an ocean of stars
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a sea that from now, always
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shall haunt her existence
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she exists only in darkness
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she feeds from the vain of
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an innocent child
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yet she is strong
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unbound by the chains of
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mortality
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sometimes under
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the ocean of stars
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she gazes at the black horizon
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wistful thoughts of death
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she wish for sleep
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she has no quest
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just an eternal lust for blood
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always walk alone - eternally!
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she is the eye of the raven
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she is the ear of the wolf
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she is mockery it self
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of the holy trinity
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she is the pleasure concived
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from your pain
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the empress of nocturnals
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thou shalt fear
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and thou shalt serve
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and thou shalt... die
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in her embracing kiss of death
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The Tale Of A Nocturnal Empress
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| Hades Almighty |
