I remember Her

Remembering may first.

I Remember Her



It is a night of dark desire, a song of sorrow,

wolves vent their cry. The ethereal one

awakes.



Darkness shrouds her gaunt form,

a timeless life.



Her midnight hair cascades over

translucent ivory shoulders, and her

full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the

life streaming from the

pale flesh beneath

her.



Now a night of new awareness,

I remember her.