Dark love

It is a night of dark desire, a song of sorrow,
wolves vent their cry. The thirsting one
stirs.

Fog shrouds her deathly form,
an everlasting desire.

Her raven hair cascades over
pale and tragic shoulders, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of shared vitality,
I remember her.