Daisies
A crown of daisies lay upon her head,
She looks like death
Lying there among the dead.
She sips in a bittersweet breath
Of the musty air.
She awaits for the Reaper
In his lair.
Awaiting death’s keeper
She squirms in the soft ground;
A short cry
Escapes her lips, the only sound,
For she knows today is not her time to die.
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Reborn in Blood: Stories of Transformation
HorrorReborn in Blood: Stories of Transformation is a collection of short stories about new vampires that I wrote over a decade ago. The stories attempt to capture the moments of transformation and awaking as a vampire. It seeks to answer the question...
