The dark, seductive, velvet of the night descends.
With it, fallen angels shrouded in death.
Stalking the streets for the life they hold.
The precious life.
Silent wraiths of black mystique
Twisted with sadistic glee.
Inhuman leeches caressing the city.
With icy hands.
Stone cold in death
Mere shadows,
They walk the ebony night.
Waiting for the next unbeliever
To believe in them.
Give them life,
Oh precious life.
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