As the sun had lowered its gaze, and only night was left
I felt a whisper from the winds, the soft and gentle call of death
How I longed for her embrace, and endeavoured her caress
As I felt her wintry breath which fervoured gently 'pon my neck
Amidst the shadows my beloved sang to me
I felt such lust for a damnation which I could not foresee
Thus I endeavoured to surrender my mortality
Yet this angel of the night came only as a devil to me...
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Author:
Kadesh Vega (
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- Category: Gothic
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