It is a night of dark desire, a song of sorrow,
wolves vent their howls. The eternal one
rises.

Curling wisps of death shrouds her pale form,
a timeless desire.

Her midnight hair cascades over
pale and tragic shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
life streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of new awareness,
I hunger.