Eternal Nothing
It is a night of dark desire, a song of blood,
wolves vent their howls. The ethereal one
awakens.
Mist shrouds her pale form,
an everlasting desire.
Her almond shaped eyes,
glinting like stars,
through galaxies and space alike,
I laugh by her side.
Her raven hair cascades over
her pale and delicate shoulders, and her
scarlet lips part slightly,
to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh
beneath her.
Now a night of darkness,
I weep.
