READ MY LIPS

It is a night of dark desire, a song of
ethereal pain,
wolves vent their howls. The eternal one
awakes.

Mist shrouds her deathly form,
an everlasting agony.

Her ebon hair cascades over
fragile milk-white shoulders, and her
full crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of ecstasy,I thirst.