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Knelt in the full moon’s glow the raven maiden felt her heart beat and her blood flow.

Beating, beating like a drum, her senses screaming to the moon she’d soon succumb.

Her eyes were wide with blood lust  her body taught and alive with sexual greed to have a man then drain him was a tangible need.

Knelt in the full moon’s glow the raven maiden felt her heart beat and her blood flow.

Her Raven bright eyed by her side scanning the land for prey both far and wide.

Her pulses quicken her senses tingle as she  smells her prey. The poor lad struggling home after a busy day.

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Tired and hungry he wends his way sadly for him he cut his hand that day. Little did he realize that that she could smell this for miles and that his blood glistened for her eyes, she flew his way full of smiles..

Knelt in the full moon’s glow the raven maiden felt her heart beat and her blood flow.

With her raven by her side she took off from her tower, swiftly through the air the two flew she throbbing with magic power.

Gently she touched down in the path of the young lad after his shock he look at her and felt glad. Alluringly she locked him with her eyes,  she took his hand and place it high on her thighs.

The foolish youth knew no better than to thank his luck not looking further then the next few minutes, the foolish young buck.

Knelt in the full moon’s glow the raven maiden felt her heart beat and her blood flow.

She took him she used him she had her way and he had the best sex he had had for many a day. Then as he lay congratulating himself  she bit him and sucked him dry and took his heart home with her to set on a shelf by and by.

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Finally sated her lust for blood she laid the boy out so he looked peaceful laying there in the mud.

Smiling she regretted removing his heart for he had had a most generous part, longingly she ran her nails up his legs then licked him all over removing any dregs.

Calling her Raven to be by her side they flew off together back to the ruined castle where they did reside.

Knelt in the full moon’s glow the raven maiden felt her heart beat and her blood flow.


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The was dark the wind was raw out o the moors arose the sound of  raven’s craw. The moon lit the path with silver glow and shadows danced along the hedgerow.

There she stood tall and dark, rake thin, and pale and her eyes held no spark, of life. Then came a fluttering of wings, bright of eye , sharp of claws and black shiny beaks to tear at things.

There stands the grave stone stark and cold she walks toward it her wings afold. Her trusty familiars close by her side drenched in the angry tears she cried.

The grave is open there is nothing there.! Stopped in shock she stands and stares. In rage her huge wings she flexes high and from her mouth an anguished cry issues forth for all to hear lightening flashes as a storm draws near!

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Rolling in grief longing for what she had had before, pounding on the empty tomb’s floor!I need to see him I need his touch once more I want him back how things were before! With black wings high and head inclined the raven open his beak and with mighty  craw out came the words NEVERMORE!

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