I saw your skin so pale
In the moon's pure argent light.
Your hair, dark, soft and flowing,
Midst the shadows of the night.

Your lips deep red, inviting
Me, to drink of your sweet wine.
Beckoning me to take your flesh
And on your body, dine.

Your white, smooth hand, upon my arm,
Fill up my veins with fire.
Your body pressing into mine
Excites my ardour higher.

We explore each other's form,
In the grasses where we lay.
I wish this night would last fore'er,
That there'd be no dawning day.

Your nails that pierce my skin,
My ecstasy is near,
But in the passion of the act
Am I caught by nameless fear?

Who are you, Lady of the Night?
To want such a one as I?
Why do you seek my hasty love,
Beneath the ebon sky?

I feel your urgent movements,
The quickening of your pace,
And now two eyes of scarlet blaze
Within your shadowed face.

Alas, I see the truth, at last,
As my life is drained away.
This night will be the last for me.
I shall never see the day.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Valnuary, in the year 379 AF.