martes, 8 de mayo de 2012

Demon

And the Demon drank her blood
bittersweet and like water
she sighed, and her skin became into crystal
fragile, translucent.

He had stolen her life, her youth.
as a lonely wolf in the middle of night
devours his prey

And when the woman died
The Demon ran...


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