It is a night of ethereal pain,
a song of darkness,
wolves vent their loneliness.
The eternal one stirs.
Mist shrouds her stalking form,
an everlasting fear.
Her inky black hair cascades overfragile milk-white shoulders,
and herfull blood red lips part slightly,
to taste theblood streaming from thepale flesh beneath her.
Now a night of ecstasy,
I weep.
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