My heart is harrowed by strange thoughts
Of horrid things on high
As the hounds began to close in upon me, I lifted my makeshift club and began to beat back their snarling faces, granting me enough time to fall back to the shelter of a large oak...
"You shall not become as we are unless you wish to. Only do not bereave us of your company so soon..."
"Upon every throat, I beheld the two red welts of the vampire’s kiss..."
“Were I enduring already the agonies of the damned and my very salvation depended upon it, I yet would not thirst for his blood..."
"I knew that it was useless to resist them but I did not wish to resist..."
"The clinging mist was as thick and impenetrable as it had been the day before and I sensed once again that stifling, sickly quality that it held..."
"The waters of the lapping moat that surrounded it were thick and black like those of a marsh and seemed to breed a foul mold that crept up the stones of the castle like the black, streaking prints of some taloned beast..."
I wander aimless through the ether,
For my gaze and heart cannot be bound long to this sphere...