It is a night of dark desire,
a song of sorrow,
wolves vent their loneliness.
The eternal one stirs.
Night shrouds her brooding form,
a timeless fear.
Her raven hair cascades
over pale and tragic shoulders,
her full scarlet lips part slightly,
to taste the red tears streaming
from the pale flesh beneath her.
Now a night of new awareness,
I remember her.














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