It is a night of darkness, a song of dark desire,
wolves vent their pain. The eternal one
Fog shrouds her walking form,
an eternal life.
Her black hair cascades over
pale shoulders, and her
full red lips part slightly, to taste the
soul streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
Now a night of new life,
I remember her.
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