Dark Love

It is a night of dark desire, a song of death,
wolves vent their pain. The eternal one
wakens.

Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her pale form,
an eternal desire.

Her black hair cascades over
translucent ivory shoulders, and her
full really very deeply crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
death streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of ecstasy,
I hunger.