Eve of midnight approaches
Blackest is the night that cometh
Coming from her netherealm
Unleashing her spirit at will
A man of stature and grace
Wanders through the darkened plane
A brooding mistress crosses over
Enticing with affectionous warmth
Falling into her grasp
Feeling the coil of solitude
She leads him to the lair
Full of despair and turmoil
Walking into a dreadful room
An aura of abolition awakens
A coil of rage rushes forward
En flamed with hate she advances
The man illuminates unto her
His radiance overpowers the mistress
Succumbing to overwhelming light
To the ground she laments
Sorrowful of the anguish
Repentant of the wrath that was brought
Screaming in defiance towards the shadows
She renounces her embodiment
His touch sooths her senses
Love and harmony overcomes her disdain
Metamorphosis within his holding
A flowering of a new dawn
Peering through his enlightened eyes
She is no longer the priestess of demise
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