Crawling upon the wooded planet through moonlit fields and cobbled alleys the Masters of Darkness tread silently to never disturb the souls of their companions nor alert their enemies to their presence. Clawed birds and warm-blooded winged vampires swoop upon caped and gilded wings of carbon night with stealth and elasticity.

The stiletto manifestation of power and extension of the eye-level to that of a periscope rising from a fresh grave to peer above the heads of the empty lives of the mute sheep who roam the world without hope or leader. Rising up from stony cliffs the Gothic Mistresses strive forever higher and further into their deepest desires and abandonment. Bringing the tender babes towards their grassy lairs to feed and devour them and to selflessly transfer the essence of their blood throughout the ether.

As dirges play from hollow organs carved from the bones of those who dared doubt the power of the Eternal lust for life that lengthens every minute into a torturous eternity of wandering among the headstones of those who once had eyes.

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