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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