A vampire with frozen blood
But with big flaming heart,
Her love cuts like sharpened knife
In hot night none will survive.
Her glance pierces to the soul
Fashion gown but colour of coal,
Temptation you can't resist
Mind in circles, eyes in mist.
She's a Raven in winter sun
Cold barren lady makes you gone,
In black hole you'll lose your self,
No matter, you're ork or elf.
Fear...savage and fierce... tension,
Deadly thriller is current action,
Blow her a kiss, and quit the session...
Winter Cold Raven
© Copyright: Михаэль Минелли, 2026
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