To be as she
It is a night of dark desire, a song of ethereal pain,
wolves vent their howls. The eternal one
stirs.
Death shrouds her stalking form,
a lurking wrath.
Her midnight hair cascades over
pale and delicate shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
darkness streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of ecstasy,
I weep