In the darkness I roam
Feeling the night air caress my face, 
I stop to sing to the pale lady above
For a moment I see her in her glory
Only to be replaced by the vision of another Night Lady
Her eyes enchant me, 
Tempting my soul with their cool beauty
Her pale face projects a seductive beauty
A small breeze picks up and I can catch a small whiff
of her womanly scent
She fades back into the mist as my curiosity peaks
I try to track her as is my nature
but nothing avails to me
Yet a whisper comes to my ear
Taunting me to travel further off my path
I go as in a fevered dream, for the call is far to strong 
Soon finding myself on new grounds I have never traveled
Once again she appears before me, like a Goddess in the night
This time showing me in all her cold glorious beauty
She gives a smile to the hunter of the night
I know she is not one I can touch 
For I am of the hot bloods and she is of the other
So I sing a long song to her beauty, 
Letting the night know for whom I praise so highly
For she is of the darkest of my desires
A hunter of the ages
A taunter of my dreams

Author:
Old Wolf

NKZ/NCZ