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Long era with no sound. The brisk winds of winter bring exclamations of demise. My cold body began to shake. Terror, fear, relief... anger. Wasting away chances of gold and glitter for soot. How, foreshadowed such action. Me, a monster, well yes. But traitorous fools deserve to be stricken down. My claws do not reach for it though. My fangs do not hunger for rotten blood. I will protect what was hurt, not to be touched again by foul hands.
I am contented for the term. New era brings possibility, but limitations. Lovely entanglements of estrangement to the no longer strange. I long for more. Blood, it drives me and though in front of me pure and perfect. The ultimation of instinct. It is not the focus. Forget the beastily ways of selfishness and desire, and remember compassion and tenderness. Like, many lust for thine hidden monster. Love, none do. One, I give more of myself to you. Sacrifice all or my for you. If I, eternally damned, could caress the tears from your face- I could find myself a heaven in your eyes.
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