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Blood Mistress
The night belongs to many creatures that hunt by the moonlight
But there is one who is holds fear even among those creatures.
Her true name is never spoken by those who are bright
And those who whisper of this woman call her the Blood Mistress.
Her hair is the color of a midnight and her eyes are crimson
But her skin is without color and is cold to the touch.
Her voice is but a whisper speaking of unspeakable sin
And with a kiss, she can steal your very soul.
I have seen this Blood Mistress but once in my short life
For she chose me to be her mate so very long ago.
When I refused her advances saying that I did not want a wife,
She left her mark upon the side of my neck and never returned.
Now I lay dying in a room of white and all I want is her
For I know that nothing awaits save an empty void.
She has taken my blood, my soul, and her I no longer fear
And I await the grim reaper with closed arms.
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