It's Terribly Cliche, But Not Half Bad

Considering the fact that I just picked random words. 

 


to be as she 

It is a night of subtlety, a song of dark desire,
wolves vent their loneliness. The eternal one
stirs.

Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her brooding form,
an everlasting wanting.

Her raven hair cascades over
pale and delicate shoulders, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the
blood streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of darkness,
I remember her.

ArabellaBlythe ArabellaBlythe
26-30, F
Feb 10, 2010