It is a night of dark desire, a song of ethereal pain,
wolves vent their cry. The eternal one
wakens.
Darkness shrouds her pale form,
an everlasting desire.
Her raven hair cascades over
fragile milk-white shoulders, and her
full deeply crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of darkness,
I weep