Dark love

It is a night of darkness, a song of sorrow,
wolves vent their loneliness. The beautiful one
awakes.

Wisps of death shrouds her gaunt form,
an impatient wanting.

Her raven hair cascades over
translucent ivory shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
soul streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of ecstasy,
I remember her.