| 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. |