Hi, i don't know when the deadline is... so here's a poem.
Fire and blood
Her destiny waits,
Holding fear for her desperate yearnings
Fire looks tempting, like the symbol of liaison
She takes one path not without caution
Holding her hand when her blood runs cold
The monsters of the night call closer
Waiting, preparing for the chance
Fire is eager she stares at it with masked eyes
What evolves from her blood but tainted darkness?
She knows nothing of fear, crying desperately for the fire,
Her hands and body fitting so quietly the deion of pure intuition
She awaits, the dangers of the world
The crimson darkness falling closer to the girl
Her blood craves the atmosphere
Of pure mind and intuition
Lying wait for something more
As fire consumes those
Who tread closer
To what is yet unknown
Fire evolves from the blood
Of the recently undead
Nearing the hearts of those forbidden
Tragically and torn
Lurking beneath the flames
Lies a pure minded soul
Forever waiting for its time to consume
The blood of which it has chosen
Constantly waiting for escape from
The every changing darkness
Like a monster in the night
It chooses its victims wisely
Blood unknown as
The fire attracts even the
Most gruesome beauties
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