To be with her

Day 730, 01:00 Published in Australia Australia by dylan of the darkness

Dycey Farley i wrote you a poem

It is a night of sorrow, a song of darkness,
wolves vent their pain. The beautiful one
appears.

Night shrouds her walking form,
an eternal desire.

Her raven hair cascades over
delicate shoulders, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly,
to taste the life of
the pale form beneath her.

Now a night of ecstasy,
I smile vaguely.

enjoy Dycey


dylan of the darkness
AAR 2nd platoon CO
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