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Jan 2011
Stumbling through the woods
Looking for the one
Figures shrouded in cloaks
She wonders what's begun.

They carry her off
And chain her to a tree
It's raining, and she coughs
She can barely see.

Unearthly sounds pierce the night
As her breath catches in her throat
She almost dies of fright
As she sees the thing that floats.

Calling out to her
He tries to explain
About the fur
And all the nights of pain.

When she sees him
Out comes a scream of terror
He can smell the blood in her limbs
He's worried there was some error.

Where was his love?
He didn't understand
Why she was white as a dove
Lying broken on the sand.

He had made up his mind
He had to feed
He didn't have the time to find
The one that he needs.
Tats
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