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she stood atop an ivory tower
her wings of darkness spread to fly her form was full of passion and power what mere mortal would not die?
her lips the color of crimson blood, her skin as white as the purest snow she might be kin to cursed Vlad what mere mortal would not go?
ah, succubus the stuff of nightmares i give you willingly my soul under the weight of all the stares what mere mortal would not fall

by KabrieloftheFallen
posted on 12/18/2007