In between the teeth of weeping
angles lurks death and permanent
night. Such tragedy is this life.
Wolves vent their howls,
as I awaken.
Ti's a night of dark desire,
my weeping soul rises from the
depths of the earth.
As the moon bow's in its
throne of star's, eternal
darkness surrounds me
I arouse and the light
bends for my shadow.
Cold breath of winter shrouds
my form, a lurking beast
with a lust for blood.
My black ***** hair cascades
over tragic shoulders,
as my lips part slightly
revealing my true nature.
To taste the flesh beneath me
as blood streams from my plumped
lips, is ghastly and ghoulish.
But no peace do I ponder,
forever I wander.
Now a night of misery and plight,
I grow weary of the night.
So I go down to the river where
it is warm and green, and I enjoy
the night until morning brings
ash and light.
Goodbye! The end!
Au revoir! La fin!
©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
Aug 14, 2022
Aug 14, 2022 at 11:47 PM UTC
In between the teeth of weeping
angles lurks death and permanent
night. Such tragedy is this life.
Wolves vent their howls,
as I awaken.
Ti's a night of dark desire,
my weeping soul rises from the
depths of the earth.
As the moon bow's in its
throne of star's, eternal
darkness surrounds me
I arouse and the light
bends for my shadow.
Cold breath of winter shrouds
my form, a lurking beast
with a lust for blood.
My black ***** hair cascades
over tragic shoulders,
as my lips part slightly
revealing my true nature.
To taste the flesh beneath me
as blood streams from my plumped
lips, is ghastly and ghoulish.
But no peace do I ponder,
forever I wander.
Now a night of misery and plight,
I grow weary of the night.
So I go down to the river where
it is warm and green, and I enjoy
the night until morning brings
ash and light.
Goodbye! The end!
Au revoir! La fin!
©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
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