Roses Are for DreamersDyed in crimson,my affection for thee grows,while the vision of your beautyhinders my regressionintosolitude.A spiraling towerof natural jadeto holdsuch a rarityinsults thy radiant luster.All I would riskto ascendto witnessthe awe striking sightof thy tower's jewelas you shinethy brightest.Poseidon bestows thy gemwith a kissas a summonsfor Iris.Most noble Apollo,why must you ridethy chariot with leisure!
Shaking HandsAs the moon once more unveiled itself from behind the clouds, John looked upon what had happened that night. The villagers were struck in silent awe. They had waited in terror and awe as John Talbain attempted to defend them from Demetri's encroaching army of the undead. His vampiric armadas attacked, robed in cloaks whcih showed nothing but the blood lust within the eyes of the hundreds of them. John took the final vampire from his grasp; he impaled her in the chest with his nails. The only reason he said "her" was because he heard a familiar voice."John," she said, "why didn't- you kep- your promise?!" Her hood fell off, revealing a woman with fair skin and curly hair to her back. Her eyes had a golden glow to them with deep, dark circles around them.His wolf ears perked as she choked out the last words. As her new forming corpse dropped, John talbain backed away. "Va-" he paused, "Vanessa?! What happened?""When you left in search of the Darkstalkers two years ago, Demetri