• It is a night of dark desire, a song of ethereal pain,
    wolves vent their cry. The beautiful one

    Darkness shrouds her stalking form,
    an everlasting life.

    Her inky black hair cascades over
    translucent ivory shoulders, and her
    full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the
    life streaming from the
    pale flesh beneath

    Now a night of new awareness,
    I smile vaguely.