The Blacest Gift

It is a night of sorrow, a song of ethereal pain, the dark one rises. Mist shrouds her pale form, a timeless desire.
Her midnight hair cascades over her pale delicate shoulders, & her scarlet lips part slightly to taste the blood streaming from the pale flesh beneath her.
Now a night of darkness, i awaken.   

Reviews

[Lydia Blackwell]

oh, I got chills:0 Nice little poem. i like it.

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I really enjoyed this write.

[JelliFyshKissUs]

I saw everything so vividly. Plus, I love the word "ethereal", especially when it's used in an ironic, contrasting kind of way. So for these reasons, I love it.

[The Cute 1]

love the pic i like this peom