I took the blame upon myself
and invited those bound in hell
A tea party, at which we talked
and I waited till it got dark.
My favorite color was red.
'Tell me, my dears, do I suit it?'
The guests wanted more than some wine
Thirsty teeth of those old vampires.
If you were found covered in blood
You would only attract the worst.
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Author:
Black Willow (
Offline) - Published: October 9th, 2026 02:09
- Category: Gothic
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