In dreams she rides with the howling wind
Her silver blade sweeps round
Awake, tormented by the world
Head splitting with each sound
Her maids inept, such incompetence!
In uselessness she’s drowned
And only in hearing their tortured screams
Can blissful sleep be found

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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