Arthur Crow

Tuesday, July 24, 2018

Winter Terror





In the old days there was a reason why the winds bore such cold. Many feared the secrets of the undead; the vampire shattered the veil between cognition and mystery … The immortal instrument within the nosferatu was a strange alchemy of amaranthine and burning silver—an untouchable perfume of dark lust cast in the vengeance of winter’s song.
 

— Arthur Crow © 2018

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