It is a night of darkness, a song of death,
wolves vent their loneliness. The thirsting one
awakes.
Wisps of death shrouds her walking form,
an everlasting desire.
Her black hair cascades over her
pale and delicate shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
blood streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of ecstasy,
I awaken.
