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Dream Girl.

She floats
Outside my window;
Whispers softly,
Through my dreams.
Telling me,
I am
Not
Alone.

Black dress
Fluttering,
Raven hair flying.
Glowing face
Of palest silk.
Beckons to me
Across the
Abyss.

With sharpened
Claws, scratching,
And bright eyes begging,
Long, tongue licking,
Black rose lips.
I open window
She flies In.

A vision of beauty,
A waxen moon,
Drawn from
Darkness in my mind.
Beckons me
With long sleeve flapping
To the creaking
Window sill.

She jumps falling,
Into darkness.
Rustling sounds of flight.
I follow
Desperate to belong
I jump
I fall..
The path bleeds red.

As smiling softly,
She swoops
To feed.