each demonic letter

The words illuminated in the ancient tome were obscure, heady, lost. In the deep gloom of my library, the page seemed to glow, as though a fire might suddenly erupt from within the thick paper. I began to intone the syllables represented, struggling with the pronunciation of unfamiliar expressions, striving to capture the feelings evoked by each demonic letter. A mist seemed to fill the open space surrounding my desk. I closed my eyes, swimming in the opiates of infectious dreaming. I would have her. I would bring her back to life.

About David Cain

David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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