The pale moonlight Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline
Of mist and moth and the hunger inside Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise!!!!!!!
"Through twilight, darkness and moonrise
My scarlet tears will run
As stolen blood and whispered love
Of fantasies undone"
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