The story of Tristan Grey, a 19th Century Londoner, who is seduced and turned by Lady Nina, leader of the Chelsea Clan. But things aren't always what they seem through the eyes of a fledgling immortal. What sets this project apart from the countless other vampire tales in the marketplace currently is that these are written in sequential Shakespearean sonnets (200+ as revisions draw to a close).
Publication date, 10/22/10.
An ancient knowledge showed in Nina's eyes.
They glowed with fealty to inhuman ways
that I, a darkling, had to improvise
in order to attract her rarest praise.
She spoke of dealing death, of raping lives;
(each rape would yield the blood that we required).
She said, “The one who kills to feed survives,
and I provide the means for those I’ve sired.
Misfortune trolls the night (with death) to end
whomever dares to tread our measured path,
so be the hunter now—no foe or friend
must slip the application of your wrath.
Our coven's creed is, ‘Kill! Compassion's dead.
When London quivers…paint Her bloody red.’"
Discarded dross, detritus on the wind,
lent music to my sense of premonition.
I was the sinner’s soul before it sinned,
a monster at the crux of its perdition.
As waste and worry swirled, I watched the sky
conceal the stars within a smoky shroud
and, as I searched for light, I wondered why
supernal hope had fled behind a cloud.
I thought, "You‘ve lost the voice to wish upon
the mystic glimmer of a lucky star.
Those nights of fortune you enjoyed are gone;
You are alone now. God knows what you are."
My guilt was premature, but still it came.
I’d fall to sin, and sin would have a name.
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