To Be As She

[suicidal_faery]

It is a night of ethereal pain, a song of sorrow,
wolves vent their pain. The immortal one
stirs.

Curling, icy wisps of death shroud her deathly form,
an everlasting wrath.

Her ebon hair cascades over
translucent ivory shoulders, and her
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
blood streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of taking,
I thirst.