It is a night of dark desire, a song of darkness,
wolves vent their howls. The eternal one
awakens.
Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her small form,
a timeless need.
Her silken hair cascades over
pale and delicate shoulders, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the
soul streaming from the
frozen flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of ecstasy,
I remember her.
My sweetened love.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 3:19 AM UTC
It is a night of dark desire, a song of darkness,
wolves vent their howls. The eternal one
awakens.
Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her small form,
a timeless need.
Her silken hair cascades over
pale and delicate shoulders, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the
soul streaming from the
frozen flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of ecstasy,
I remember her.
My sweetened love.
