The Night arrived room,

The flame lit up the glistening blade.

Her towel fell from her body,

on the ground it laid.

A drop of moisture from her hair,

curved her upwards chest.

The breeze crept through the window,

stood up the focas of her breast.

She embraced the blade in her hand,

lyed on the silk black sheets,

danced it up her naked thigh,

skin broke ice sleet.

She clenched the pain, a feeling found.

A tear found found its way down her cheek,

without a sound, the red came up.

down her leg it may.

Crimson arose her skin like fire,

deeper and deeper she sent,

When she felt it was good enough,

out the flame she went.