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| The Black Widow PG - !3 Written By: Midnight Vamp (A.K.A Electra) "Under the October Moon" (Vol # 3) � 2003/Secrets Of The Vampire/all rights reserved The Black Widow so beautiful for all eyes to see, Black and red so full of mystery. Her venomous bite gives her, her name, Beware! Of her beauty, she has no shame. Fall not for her mysterious, elegant charm, Admire her at cost; don't let her crawl up your arm. Her passionate kiss will take your breath away, For Mother Nature has created her this way. |
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| The Witching Hour Pg - 13 Written By: Midnight Vamp (A.K.A Electra) "Under the October Moon" (Vol # 3) � 2003/Secrets Of The Vampire/all rights reserved Archived at: Storys.com (newsletter) As the wicked one's come out to play, The vampires begin their hunt. Tombstones old ,made of marbled stone, Gloom in graveyards dark and grey. The chill of the evening is the start of the season, Where the October moon turns blood red. In every corner cowers the witching hour, While the witches gather for All Hallows Eve. |
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| Black Candle Night PG - 13 Written By: Midnight Vamp (A.K.A Electra) "Under the October Moon" (Vol # 3) � 2003/Secrets Of The Vampire/all rights reserved Upon this black candle night, she sits and waits for him. Once they danced upon the rain, and once upon the moon. Now upon this candle flame, she feels him pass on through. His voice echoes in the night, his heart remains so true. |
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| Daughter of the Moon PG- 13 Written By: Midnight Vamp (A.K.A Electra) "Under the October Moon" (Vol # 3) � 2003/Secrets Of The Vampire/all rights reserved She spins around the inner light, She dances upon the ruins while angry flames lick her feet, And hands held to the moon. The wolves they crouch and sharply growl, As she chants to them in cry, Through the candles lit by the fire , Her body begins to die Carefully she recites the passing rite, Summoning to them in tune. In hopes they will take her home For she is their daughter of the moon. |
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