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Lady Night

As you walk across the shadow streets,
you may just feel her chilling touch,
her fingers, cold as hell and such,
they burn through to your very needs.

Her kiss may wander up your spine,
it tastes as sweet as bitter wine…
… but this time, she just plays along,
within a minute, she is gone.

And left behind, stunned and confused,
you urge and search for her cold light,
for all those who she once abused
are lost within the Lady Night.

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