Description

He whispers her name, ANALISA, and it echoes back once again to him on the wings of the night time. She's so small, so alive. She radiates goodness and warmth, pursuing the coldness from his being, eliminating the isolation from his spirit. In four generations of prowling, the shadows have introduced him several joys, however sweetness is promised by the nearness of her soft lips, her warm throat, beyond believing.