Colorado-Vampire

One day, says the legend, in a field near the river Marta in Etruria, a strange event occurred. A divine being rose up from the newly ploughed furrow, a being with the appearance of a child, but with the wisdom of an old man. ~ Divination 2.50 ~ I departed the small insula at the first rising of light over the Equiline ridge. The Aventine district of Rome had awakened long before I roused from my drape over Vedric's sleeping hulk, making it seem the city is a seven-headed hydra with one eye open at all times. I left my lover to sleep. I watched him as I dressed. Vedric is not Roman born;  not even plebeian Roman born. His bloodline here in

Spurting Spring For Sig. Not forgotten. Dark plumed and ever lissome, my inked quill awaits, For opportune lapse when your careful guard abates, Brandished high, my filled fist shall quick descend, To gouge your heart and make a bristled pin-cushion. And from this well spring of bright heart's blood, Your ugliest passions shall burble and soon flood, Oh hellish fury, blackest need, sublime cries of grief, A spurting fount, no longer holding indifference to me. If but my words alone incite this ruddy spring to glut, My own punctured heart aches to be your winsome slut, Out it comes, horrific bounty of not romance but of lu