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Drunken Darkness
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She,
the girl with the beautiful blonde hair,
and the glowing emerald eyes,
who possibly was too stressed,
and maybe even depressed.
She,
the girl who was the wise one,
the leader of the pack,
who possibly wanted to take a break,
and drown in the depths of enjoyment.
Whatever the reason,
no speculation mattered
when her long fingers searched for the glass chalice,
and she clenched to the hold.
The cup went up,
and so did her worries.
A proposal spilled from her mouth,
just like lyrics from a song,
"This is a toast,
to the darkness surrounding us all,
we will forget all the evil,
and let it take over,
instead of growing weak fighting back."
"Amen."
But it wasn't a blessing from God,
or a cursing from Satan.
Whatever it was,
it did not matter
once the blood entered her.
She would become something
she wasn't normally.
A monster,
or a weakling.
The dying thirst to change craved on and on,
until the venom went into action.
It poisoned her eyes,
the world blurred,
then to her head,
where the confusion of the night
would never to be remembered,
to be locked up in a chest,
and the key buried deep underground,
as she was now under it's spell for the evening.
She would ignore the laughter
or the tears
from those around her.
All that mattered was she.
She who just wanted a break,
and wanted
to forget
that her life ever existed.
This is my first poem and my first submission to devArt, holy crap! 
well, I hope you like it, even though I really don't, but I think poetry is pretty neat.
well, I hope you like it, even though I really don't, but I think poetry is pretty neat.
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This is a good beginning for your gallery. 