KaterinaVoronina все записи автора When night is coming, when moon is free
In black silk dress she comes to me.
She always graceful, always weak
Her face is beauty, soul is freak.
Her hands in blood, her mind is sick,
Her game is very cruel trick.
A virgin of evil, a virgin of dark,
We always together, for me she’s like drug.
Her mystery voice calls me in my dream,
But I always pass by her bloody screen.
She looks for new victim in every new night,
And from her big craving of blood you can’t hide.
But when it is morning and when sun is bright,
A queen of the night with her death can’t fight.