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The Maiden Of The Black Rose |
| Sited high on her frozen throne, She looks doen upon me .... a pitiful human, The danger lurks...... a single kiss from her cold icey lips would drain the life out of me A single gentle touch would put me in an eternal slumber...... Yet the heart's unholy desire's is overwhelming... longging for her tender lips and sinful touch.... The dead air brings a sense of emptiness in the soul as she walks deeper into the unknown ...... Soon the beauty of the Maiden of the Black Rose shall be forgotten |
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