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
   'Pon 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...