I Waken

I awaken



It is a night of death, a song of ethereal pain,

wolves vent their howls. The thirsting one

awakes.



Wisps of death shrouds her deathly form,

a timeless desire.



Her silken hair cascades over

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.