By Carrie Sund
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He calls out to me underneath the light of the moon.
The pale light illuminates his beautiful body, he is my night,
I can feel his breath and it infuses my soul with passion,
His voice is filled with wonder and draws me to him like a moth to the flame,
I feel, no I can see his fantasy before his lips touch mine.
Then darkness, Pain, Agony
Blood spills all around me,
I see death,
A hideous creature clawing at me
pulling me down to the fire
eternal darkness is my fate
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