It is a night of dark desire,
a song of subtlety,
distant wolves vent distance screams.
as the thirsting one wakens
Curling wisps of death,
make the patterned gown
the black silken knit,
shrouds her gaunt form,
filling her, drifting across
Castle stone, with lurking, wanting...
flashing, she passes
under the blue shards,
of mid-night windows
ebony hair cascading, over
petite, translucent ivory shoulders
filled scarlet lips parting slightly,
tasting the life, streaming
from his pale flesh beneath her-
still, and quiet...
trying to full-fill her night of ecstasy,
She hunts him,
seeking to satisfy what she hungers...
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