Dark Love
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Being a nyctophile I have scribbled somethin':-
It's night of darkness, the song of death where wolves vent their loneliness and the eternal one wakens...
Perceiving the night as a Paragon, the darkness shrouds her pale form, a timeless desire.
Her midnight hair cascades overpale over her delicate shoulder.
"It is in the still of silence where one can find true bliss Normal people have no idea, how beautiful the darkness is..."
