Lust for a vampire

It is a night of dark desire, a song of darkness,
wolves vent their cry. The immortal one
awakes.

Icy wisps of death shrouds his pale form,
an everlasting wanting.

His raven hair cascades over
pale and tragic shoulders, and his
full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
him.

Now a night of ecstasy,
I lust.