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Crimson Petals: Vlad the Impaler's Gentle Echoes
This book is written by Someone who has been protected and visited by Vlad the Impaler since age 2. I am that Someone. My name is Amy called Emmy by My immigrant GrandFather or Katha by My older immigrant relatives. What I write is the…
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…The mother of my child, her gentle grace, A sanctuary found, in time and space. Though history’s ink may stain my name, My heart remembers, a burning flame. The love I bore, a constant tide, In these verses, I confide. The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, leaving the room in a deep, velvety darkness. Only the small pool of light from my desk lamp illuminated the pages, a solitary star in the encroaching night. My hand ached, but my spirit soared. I had found them. The crimson petals, not of blood, but of passion, of poetry, of a love that transcended time and legend. And in these verses, I felt him close, his gentle echo resonating in the quiet hum of my own heart.