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"The Invitation"
Beneath the iron fangs of the ancient gate,
night breathes, thick as velvet and sin.
Crows murmur secrets overhead,
as the wind carries his scent
dark wine, old blood, forbidden hunger.
I step inside, unbidden but willing,
drawn by the pull of his whispered promise:
"Enter, little one... and be mine for eternity."
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