the blackest gift

it shall be a night of everlasting blood shed beneath your soul, 

as a song of darkness has become within, 

the wolves shall vent their pain, 

for the thirsting one stirs awake, 

within their long inky black hair cascades over their pale and tragic shoulders, 

their blood red lips open slightly to taste the blood that is streaming from your weakened flesh, 

beneath them now, 

it is now a night of darkness, 

i shall arise

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I'm noticing a theme here. You seem to have an affinity for the undead. Let the vampires out to play. I enjoyed the read.