The
gold mist sings; her comely gaze thrills
A
host of shades crafts runes and spells.
Gales
part her drapes; whines blast the hush
ash
hoods fall dead; fangs glint to snarl.
Void
eyes shoot rays; my soul sinks wan
a
hiss rips flesh; I whirl past stars.
My
body leaks slime; the dark realm looms
I
hear drums pound to greet new wraiths.
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