A Night of New Life

A Night of New Life



It is a night of dark desire, as a song of sorrow is hear.

The immortal one awakes.



Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her stalking form,

as lurking desire.



Her black hair cascades over

pale and delicate shoulders, and her

full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the

death streaming from the

pale flesh beneath

her.



Now in a night of new life.

I awaken.