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(Source: postblackmetalsatan)
He fills me with longings.
Cold as the night air.
He flies free in the dark.
But yet he returns for me.
I dare not go to meet him.
In the dark forest at midnight.
I must hold strong and steady.
I must remain with my own kind.
With whom I feel safe and secure.
And never venture into the woods.
To rekindle his dark flame.
I must hold firm and steady.
Or my light will turn to dark.
