Spawned Wanton Like Blight On An Auspicious Night Her
Eyes Betrayed Spells Of The Moon's Eerie Light A
Disquieting Gaze Forever Ghosting Far Seas Bled White And
Dead, Her True Mother Was Fed To The Ravenous
Wolves That The Elements Led From Crag-Jagged Mountains That
Seemingly Grew In Unease Through The Maw Of The
Woods, A Black Carriage Was Drawn Flanked By Barbed
Lightning That Hissed Of The Storm (Gilded In Crests
Of Carpathian Breed) Bringing Slaves To The Sodomite For
The New-Born On That Eve When The Countess'Own Came
Deformed A Tragedy Crept To The Name Bathory Elizabeth Christened,
No Paler A Rose Grew So Dark As This
Sylph None More Cold In Repose Yet Her Beauty Spun
Webs Round Hearts A Glance Would Betroth She Feared The
Light So When She Fell Like A Sinner To
Vice Under Austere, Puritanical Rule She Sacrificed... Mandragora Like Virgins To
Rats In The Wall But After Whipangels Licked Prisoners,
Thralled Never Were Her Dreams So Maniacally Cruel (And Possessed
Of Such Delights) For Ravens Winged Her Nightly Flights Of
Erotica Half Spurned From The Pulpit Torments To Occur Half Learnt
From The Cabal Of Demons In Her Her Walk Went
To Voodoo To See Her Own Shadow Adored At Mass
Without Flaw Though Inwards She Abhored Not Her Coven Of
Suitors But The Stare Of Their Lord "I Must Avert
Mine Eyes To Hymns For His Gaze Brings Dogmas
To My Skin He Knows That I Dreamt Of
Carnal Rites With Him Undead For Three Long Nights" Elizabeth
Listened No Sermons Intoned Dragged Such Guilt To Her Door Tombed
Her Soul With Such Stone For She Swore The
Priest Sighed When She Knelt Down To Atone... She Feared
The Light So When She Fell Like Sinner To Vice Under
Austere, Puritanical Rule She Sacrificed Her Decorum As Chaste To This
Wolf Of The Cloth Pouncing To Haunt Her Confessional Box Forgiveness
Would Come When Her Sins Were Washed Off By Rebaptism
In White... The Looking Glass Cast Belladonna Wreaths Upon The
Grave Of Her Innocence Her Hidden Face Spat Murder From
A Whisper To A Scream All Sleep Seemed Cursed In
Faustian Verse But There In Orgiastic Hell No Horrors Were
Worse Than The Mirrored Revelation The She Kissed The Devil's
Phallus By Her Own Decree... So With Windows Flung Wide
To The Menstrual Sky Solstice Eve She Fled The
Castle In Secret A Daughter Of The Storm, Astride
Her Favourite Nightmare On Winds Without Prayer Stigmata Still Wept
Between Her Legs A Cold Bloodedness Which Impressed New
Hatreds She Sought The Sorceress Through The Snow And Dank
Woods To The Sodomite's Lair Nine Twisted Fates Threw
Hewn Bone Die For The Throat Of Elizabeth Damnation Won
And Urged The Moon In Soliloquy To Gleam Twixt The
Trees In Shafts To Ghost A Path Past The Howl
Of Buggered Nymphs In The Sodomite's Grasp To The Forest's
Vulva Where The Witch Scholared Her In Even Darker Themes Amongst
Philtres And Melissas Midst The Grease Of Strangled Men And
Eldritch Truths, Elder Ill-Omen Elizabeth Came To Life Again And
Under Lacerations Of Dawn She Returned Like A Flame
Unto A Deathshead With A Promise To Burn Secrets Brooded
As She Rode Through Mist And Marsh To Where
They Showed Her Castle Walls Wherein The Restless Counted Carrion
Crows She Awoke From A Fable To Mourning Church Bells
Wringing Her Madly From Sleep Tolled By A Priest,
Self Castrated And Hung Like A Crimson Bat 'Neath
The Belfry The Biblical Prattled Their Mantras Hexes Six-Tripled Their
Fees But Elizabeth Laughed, Thirteen Autumns Had Passed And She
Was A Widow From God And His Wrath,
Finally...
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