Dark Desire

It is a night of dark desire, a song of sorrow,
wolves vent their loneliness. The beautiful one
stirs.

Mist shrouds her pale form,
an everlasting life.

Her silken hair cascades over
pale and delicate shoulders, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of remeberance,
I rise.