Nocturnal Huntress Writing

Tonight I stood before the mirror I saw not myself, but the vampire I'd created years ago. Talk only, philosophers, of the irony in that! Said ..

A spur-of-the-moment poem about what happened today.

Reading through a poetry book one day, I decided to do one of those Complete Idiot's exercises.

Miniel is the angel of maidens whose hearts have been hardened. In this poem, a woman sends him a message.

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Compartment 114
Compartment 114