It is a night of death, a song of sorrow,
wolves vent their howls. The dark one
wakens.

Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her deathly form,
a lurking desire.

Her black hair cascades over
translucent ivory shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
life streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of new awareness,
I smile vaguely.