Dark Love Poem by Muriel Ruth Emerson

Dark Love



It is a night of death, a song of sorrow,
Wolves vent their cry. The beautiful one awakes
Evil shrouds her deathly form,
An everlasting desire
Her black hair cascades over
Fragile milk white shoulders
Her full blood red lips part slightly
To taste the red tears streaming from the pale flesh beneath her
Now a night of new life
I pine

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