Come to me, you lovely creature,

Stalking by night, in the deepest of fog,

Catching the innocent unaware.

Come to me, I wait with open arms.

So many have fallen prey to your dark charms.

Unknowing, they follow where you lead.

They dance mindlessly right into the mouth of

hell.

Oh yes, my Dark Angel, you have many lovers.

Come to me, I wait, I yearn.

You care not that I wait.

You wish me to follow, but I cannot.

You must come to me.

I can see the darkness of your cloak through

the swirling fog.

Yes, come nearer.

Come to me, I wait.

I will have you, my Dark Angel.

I will have you.

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