From the misty webbed shadows of the darkest kiss there moves a creature of desire. Hidden between the core of the moon and the eyes of Mother Earth she moves between the funneling desperation of a flaming tunnel from beneath the Crypt of cursed love and misspent youth. On blackest wings she flies above us and no-one knows upon which branch she will rest to watch and to choose her next victim.

For the creatures of the night are invisible, moving too slow to perceive and at a frequency too fast to attempt shielding from the force. This is the force of desire and of love. This is the solitude and desperation of the eternal living force that lives within the bloods darkest crepuscular being. The Gothic realm takes a familiar form and finds expression in a common source; the black, the red, the pink, the steel and the eyes.

There is a common seam that ties us all together in our pain and ecstasy and that is the truth of life and death and the dance between them both.

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