Vampiress

It is a night of subtlety

A song of death

Wolves vent their loneliness.

The thirsting one
rises.

Night shrouds her brooding form,
a timeless wrath.

Her silken hair cascades over
pale shoulders, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of darkness,
I remember her.