It is a night of dark desire, a song of blood,
wolves vent their loneliness. The thirsting one
awakes.
Darkness shrouds her stalking form,
a timeless wanting.
Her ebon hair cascades over
translucent ivory shoulders, and her
full crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
blood streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of new awareness,
I smile vaguely.
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