The Blood Countess (Elizabeth Bathory) Poem by T.James Becker
The Blood Countess (Elizabeth Bathory)
A dark haired beauty of tender years
Is touched by evil and kindles fears
A malignant force runs through her veins
A soulless shell as blood she rains
Fair servant girls she does enslave
Tortured and bleed in ways depraved
In her huge castle of broken mirrors,
Where screams are concealed in it’s terror,
Her accursed desire stirs everyday.
As drinking blood lets her outstay.
Old skin renewed in the bloody baths.
The innocent saturated by her wrath.
Teeth rip and tear as flesh she devours
650 died to engorge youthful powers
Buckets of blood ran across her floor
Like waves lapping against evil’s shore
Wickedness built its roots in the air
Forsaken, by her deeds, was the snare,
To be forever the darkness bride,
No matter how hard she had tried
Hate blocked her way to forgiveness
Surrounded by bloody madness
When girls she picked from nobility
Authorities approached with hostility
I could not pass this one.The mood you create conjures up dark and convoluted memories, without the usual 'horror kitsch'. Classic! ! Chuck
I will never go past a fantastic vampire read...and this is definately one of them...wonderful tale with beautiful language...great work
No matter how hard you may try you cannot recapture lost youth.The rich and powerful were able to indulge their perverted appetites without let or hindrance Methods may have changed but it still remains true to today The rich and powerful still get away with murder
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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That was a good poem from the dak side enjoyed it Chris 10