Sleep
The cold breath
Caresses my warm cheek-
I want to taste her lips
But alas I am too meek.
She does not wait for me—
She waits for no one.
Softly she descends upon me
My frail body does not want to run,
So I let her kiss me softly—
It brings rest,
But it comes
In the form of Death.

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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...