Upon a tree i do see thhe night crawler she spreads her wing but dose not fly she moves he mouth but sound dose not leave. A whisper of air bring the smell of her inner youth flowing twards me. For i am no stronger then the men that have crossed her claws before. But yet she dose not eat my soul and dispose of my body but instead keeps my eyes locked on the empty white canvas of what should be the blackest heartless pair of eyes you could ever imagen. As she moves closer i can feel the atmosphere closing around my throwt. Only inches face to face i can feel deaths kiss aproching.....sweet swet release.
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