Her skin looked like snow
Powdered and thin
How she died, she didn't know
She just remembered his grin
Her dress torn to shreds
She remembered what he said
As snow fell upon their heads
And from her wounds she bled
She begged for release
To get his hand from her shoulder
Her heartbeat started to decrease
As his own heart became colder
That was all she remembered
But she remembered his face
Before to the darkness she surrendered
In her dress of ripped lace
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The sickly sweet scent soon rippled across the room, as the thick red stained with sharp daggers to the floor. The sensational taste, the twisting desire to devoir.
'Twas a gloomy night, with the moon full bright, That the stranger, came to the inn door. His horse was a'frenzied, snorting and whining, and pounding on the cobbled floor.
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