Her shadow licks, the wall and straddles the dark. Soft touch to wood, panes of light, illuminate her deathly, seductive, face. Shrieking she floats for hundreds of years, her blood running dry, after each and every kiss. Monotony drives her. Waiting Raidne, she snakes through the bed clothes and holds. Her antidote is pure, poison.
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