It is a night of ethereal pain, a song of sorrow,
wolves vent their loneliness. The dark one
Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her pale form,
an everlasting agony.
Her inky black hair cascades over
translucent ivory shoulders, and her
full deeply crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
life streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
Now a night of new life,
I remember her.