It's a night of subtlety,
A song of death,
Wolves vent their howls.
The immortal one rises.
Mist shrouds her brooding form,
An everlasting desire.
Her midnight hair cascades over Translucent ivory shoulders,
And her full scarlet lips
Part slightly,
To taste the life streaming
From the pale flesh beneath her.
Now a night of taking,
I awaken.
