She is a bleak darkened shadow, Demoness of the moon less night. And his heart fell in love with her, ever so deeply at his eyes first sight. He fawned over her from the dusk till the perfect silence of midnight. His heart could at last take no more by the rising of the sun’s first light. But by then she had quickly departed from the brightness of his light world. Into her chosen fortress of bitter evil and chaos her lithe body soon curled. Till she returned in the darkness of night his mind felt as if caught in a whorl. For a quick taste of bittersweet delight, he begged as her black wings unfurled. As their lips meet, her leathery wings enfolded him in her tempting darkness. He no longer has a semblance of a choice whether she takes his soul to the abyss. Hopes and dreams, wishes and desires are no longer of any consequence For his soul he did forfeit when he chose to ask for her soft deadly kiss
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