The Springtime of My Remembrance
Based partly on the life of Bartholomew Collins Morris, from his diaries we read - Long ago I had been promised not to be changed, to stay as I was but these creatures, these human dogs had forced the hand of fate and now I am a creature of the night, of darkness, of death.
Before I had only taken for delight, for my amusement, alone did I kill? I could not create life; I could not see past the shadows of death, I was not lost to my soulless existence, no, I was reminded of it with every rising of the sun.
It was beginning, pushed from a bridge upon the rocks, my life would have ended as any other. Fortunately for me a creature of the night had noticed my fall. Was it aide he provided or had he simply taken advantage of me because he could? I would have died, but wouldn't that have been better? Wouldn't that have been the justice of life? To find death and embrace it. Not I. I refused to die, to give in, to
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Before I had only taken for delight, for my amusement, alone did I kill? I could not create life; I could not see past the shadows of death, I was not lost to my soulless existence, no, I was reminded of it with every rising of the sun.
It was beginning, pushed from a bridge upon the rocks, my life would have ended as any other. Fortunately for me a creature of the night had noticed my fall. Was it aide he provided or had he simply taken advantage of me because he could? I would have died, but wouldn't that have been better? Wouldn't that have been the justice of life? To find death and embrace it. Not I. I refused to die, to give in, to
The Springtime of My Remembrance
Based partly on the life of Bartholomew Collins Morris, from his diaries we read - Long ago I had been promised not to be changed, to stay as I was but these creatures, these human dogs had forced the hand of fate and now I am a creature of the night, of darkness, of death.
Before I had only taken for delight, for my amusement, alone did I kill? I could not create life; I could not see past the shadows of death, I was not lost to my soulless existence, no, I was reminded of it with every rising of the sun.
It was beginning, pushed from a bridge upon the rocks, my life would have ended as any other. Fortunately for me a creature of the night had noticed my fall. Was it aide he provided or had he simply taken advantage of me because he could? I would have died, but wouldn't that have been better? Wouldn't that have been the justice of life? To find death and embrace it. Not I. I refused to die, to give in, to
Before I had only taken for delight, for my amusement, alone did I kill? I could not create life; I could not see past the shadows of death, I was not lost to my soulless existence, no, I was reminded of it with every rising of the sun.
It was beginning, pushed from a bridge upon the rocks, my life would have ended as any other. Fortunately for me a creature of the night had noticed my fall. Was it aide he provided or had he simply taken advantage of me because he could? I would have died, but wouldn't that have been better? Wouldn't that have been the justice of life? To find death and embrace it. Not I. I refused to die, to give in, to
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Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9798369284629 |
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| Publisher: | Barnes & Noble Press |
| Publication date: | 07/11/2023 |
| Pages: | 214 |
| Product dimensions: | 5.50(w) x 8.25(h) x 0.49(d) |
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