That night

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

Wisps of death shrouds her gaunt form,
an impatient desire.

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

Now a night of ecstasy,
I pine.

Morning

Waking up to the embrace
of the morning sun
Caresses me with
its cosmic rays and warmth
Its soulful smile touches
my heart and mind alike

Heaven descends in all
its sparkling glory
Giving birth to a new Opportunity
And it is dawn, when the Supreme
sings his blessingful song
in my ears, purifies my soul