It is a night of dark desire,
a song of ethereal pain,
wolves vent their loneliness.
The immortal one rises.
Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her deathly form,
a brooding wrath.
Her raven hair cascades over translucent ivory shoulders,
and her full deeply crimson lips part slightly,
to taste the red tears streaming from the pale flesh beneath her.
Now a night of shared vitality,I hunger.