Selene Sings Me to Sleep

She comes at dusk like autumn,
Like a winter-frosted blight,
And savors the taste of blood
In her Nyx-eternal night.
Where the pale moon drowns sweetly
And watery stars take flight.

A chapbook of twelve poems.

Half-dead princesses and lively vampires... On the darkest autumn nights, beauty and fear have an illustrious affair, as fairytale mingles with gentle horror story, entombed in romance most deadly.