Though the night is black and cold Love’s ond story, pften told, Float’s in whispers thorugh the air. Stalwart youth and maiden fair Seal sweet vows of ardent passion With thier lips, in lover’s fashion. Restless, pale, a shape I see Hov’ring nigh; what may it be? ‘Tis a charger; white as snow, Pacing slowly… Continue reading THE VAMPYRE (STRIGOIUL) PT.2
Greetings to all. I was replying to a post this morning when I noticed something odd, and wondered if anyone here ever experiences the same phenomenon.
Or should it be before Death associates? It was “Managements” descion and they would choose whichever the demagraphic found more comforting.
Selecting the “topic” for which this article is to be posted under really made me cringe. I’m not sure why. Strike that. I know why. I hate categorising things, be it fashion, nationality or the types of tomatoes down at the local supermarket.