She is - The queen of the darkness, every where she goes She's hunting, predatory smoothless in every move and she's coming, darling, for you.
The night - floats between strands of her raven dark hair the ghostly moon travels its course in her eyes listening to the wolves serenade, she's coming, darling, she's coming for you.
Blood floods - in rivulets of her wanton desire, feeding upon her prey as the darkness fades to gray Yet she's holding her arms wide open darling, calling, she's coming for you.
She is - The queen of the darkness, and she knows where you are She's hunting, smelling you on the wind Smiling, she's coming, darling, she's coming for you.
I love the picture! Very dark indeed, what a neat poem about revenge! Whew. :) I hope she kills the bastard! haha
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"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
