It is a night of dark desire,
a song of darkness,
wolves vent their howls.
The immortal one
wakens.
Mist shrouds her pale form,
an eternal wanting.
Her raven hair cascades over her
pale and delicate shoulders,
and her
full crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now in the night of darkness,
I hunger.