Her gaze lingered a little longer than was intended, and in that moment a thousand possibilities were excepted, yet the moment fleeted mere seconds too late, to stop him walking away, a romance that could have been the story of ages never realized. Into the cold winter's morning he drifted...


He who hears the siren call

This is a sequel to an old supernatural poem, Vampire Days. Hope you enjoy! He who hears the siren call In the empty night, he walked, miles of woods surrounds, within them he was told, a golden gate was bound to freedom and crowd, it would lead, let his ashen dreams be once more, flourish... Continue Reading →

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