29/01/2011

Awakening

In this night of voluptuous subtlety,
a song of sorrow was created while wolves vent their pain.
Coming forth barefoot and unclothed
bathed by the silvery moonlight rays
the thirsting one awakens.

Curling wisps of death
shrouds her gaunt translucent shadow
imbued by an eternal desire for life.

Her black rubies hair
cascade over sheer ivory shoulders,
and her succulent sanguine lips slightly part
to taste the life streaming
from the red pale flesh beneath her.

As she smiles vaguely
the night becomes everlasting.
As night becomes ecstasy,
she smiles joyous and frantically.

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