THE ZUPHORIAN

ZYRAC X

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Born of dark and lonesome mist.
Deep in the night my time of power.
Hunger so great, passion deep. Dark desires.
Newly born weeping at the beauty of the nite.
Dark and lush crimson lips.
Glow dark as the blood drips.

First victims, leave me hungry for more.
Prey with gracefulness
gliding through through the darkened night.
A dark rose that thorns know well.
Weeps blood for tears.
Longs for love and dreams of beauty.
Days long past.
Never again will the sun's light touch me.
For I am a ceature of the night.
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