Winter Midnight:

The bitter cold of the winter night took a hold of him.
He spread his dark wings,
Allowing the ice to run through his veins...
The blood lust was crawling through him.

He felt himself change as he walked further,
The wind silently rushing through his black feathers,
Midnight would finally bring hope,
Finally let him once more become what he truly is.

He slowly angled his wings and took off into the dead of night.
Torn between life and death,
Shattered by truth...
Was this night finally going to bring silence to his ears?

He settled his altitude and let the wind guide him,
His every sense awakened with the smell of blood.
Sweet and warm,
Teasing him all the more closer,

It has been so long,
So very long since he has tasted the innocent sweetness.
He gracefully landed and followed the loved sent of crimson.
Yet, it brought him only regret and fear.

But he had forgotten,
Forgotten the reason why?
Inside of him his emotions stirred and it was being released.
The struggle between light and dark...

A struggle centuries old,
One that always made him hopeless
He took a step forward and froze,
He now remembered the pain and struggle.

His long silver hair caught in the wind and danced gracefully,
The crimson smell overwhelming him, yet he still refused.
Refused the torment of the frail soul beneath him;
He turned away and took off into midnight.
Haunted by memories of the past...