Akakharu

The crescent moon drifts upon the darkened skies... with emotions I am aroused by the sweet call of thy serpent, and a cold sensation arises within... the eternal lust of calm that fulfills thy desires... I touch the soft winds of the night and the stars carry me upon winter mists... engulfed in deep ecstacy I touch the earth with my eternal thirsts... like strangers to an ever known presence they release unto thee and the blood moistens upon thy lips... in a sweeping breath, the night calls thy name and the crescent moon drifts upon the darkened skies...