Ethereal Pain

Poem about pain

Ethereal Pain

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

Evil shrouds her deathly form,
an impatient desire.

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

Now a night of new awareness,
I awaken.