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