Cloak of the Vampire

by Sapir A. Englard

Deep in the forest, no bird is safe, For crumbles of berries, the Gods shall grow; Found in the heart of nature’s womb, The Morrow Gods shall come . . .

Please don’t leave me, Ragnor. Don’t be like Logan. Don’t be like Dad. I will do anything for you if you just choose me, become your lover, fuck buddy, even a slave, just keep me here with you, please.