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Dark Covenant (7 ratings) by Michael Fantina
Flesh white as snow is,
A streamlet's flow is
Red as a rose is,
Her breath is still.
Some dark hierophant,
Took pains to implant
A dark covenant,
Into her will.
This gaunt-eyed savant
Waits, hearing the chant
Of gods grim, pedant,
Their songs a flood.
Here the crescent moon swings
In the night, and dark wings
Scurry, fly, as she rises for blood.
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