It is a night of blood, a song of ethereal pain,
wolves vent their loneliness. The immortal one
wakens.
Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her deathly form,
an eternal wanting.
Her silken hair cascades over
pale and tragic shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of ecstasy,
I awaken.
