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    Glimmer in the Light, Shining like the Moon at Night.
    The Roses Stem Dripping with Crimson Blood.
    A Rush of Desire came in a Flood.
    As the Blood Touched my Lips my very Being Ceased to Excist.
    As I Licked the Last Blood,
    As it Drizzled Down my Throat,
    Ignighing an Ever Burning Flame,
    A Flame the would Send me to Find that Ever so Bright Crimson Blood Again.