eye of v & the heart of jia

dark desire tis night, a song of darkness,
imp vent their howl. The thirsting one
stirs.

Curling wisps of death shrouds her pale form,
a brooding wrath.

Her raven hair cascades overpale and tragic shoulders, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of ecstasy,
I rise.