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Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night<br />Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light<br />A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas<br />Bled white and dead, Her true mother was fed<br />To the ravenous wolves that the elements led<br />From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease<br /><br />Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn<br />Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm<br />(Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed)<br />Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born<br />On that eve when the Countess' own came deformed<br />A tragedy crept to the name Bathory<br /><br />Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose<br />Grew so dark as this sylph<br />None more cold in repose<br />Yet Her beauty spun webs<br />Round hearts a glance would betroth<br /><br />She feared the light<br />So when She fell like a sinner to vice<br />Under austere, puritanical rule<br />She sacrificed...<br />Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall<br />But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled<br />Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel<br />(And possessed of such delights)<br />For ravens winged Her nightly flights<br />Of erotica<br />Half spurned from the pulpit<br />Torments to occur<br />Half learnt from the cabal of demons<br />In Her<br />Her walk went to voodoo<br />To see Her own shadow adored<br />At mass without flaw<br />Though inwards She abhored<br />Not Her coven of suitors<br />But the stare of their Lord<br /><br />"I must avert mine eyes to hymns<br />For His gaze brings dogmas to my skin<br />He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites<br />With Him undead for three long nights"<br /><br />Elizabeth listened<br />No sermons intoned<br />Dragged such guilt to Her door<br />Tombed Her soul with such stone<br />For She swore the Priest sighed<br />When She knelt down to atone...<br /><br />She feared the light<br />So when She fell<br />Like a sinner to vice<br />Under austere, puritanical rule<br />She sacrificed<br />Her decorum as chaste<br />To this wolf of the cloth<br />Pouncing to haunt<br />Her confessional box<br />Forgiveness would come<br />When Her sins were washed off<br />By rebaptism in white....<br /><br />The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths<br />'Pon the grave of Her innocence<br />Her hidden face spat murder<br />From a whisper to a scream<br />All sleep seemed cursed<br />In Faustian verse<br />But there in orgiastic Hell<br />No horrors were worse<br />Than the mirrored revelation<br />Then She kissed the Devil's phallus<br />By Her own decree...<br /><br />So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky<br />Solstice Eve She fled the castle in secret<br />A daughter of the storm, astride Her favourite nightmare<br />On winds without prayer<br />Stigmata still wept between Her legs<br />A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds<br />She sought the Sorceress<br />Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite's lair<br /><br />Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die<br />For the throat of Elizabeth<br />Damnation won and urged the moon<br />In soliloquy to gleam<br />Twixt the trees in shafts<br />To ghost a path<br />Past the howl of buggered nymphs<br />In the sodomite's grasp<br />To the forest's vulva<br />Where the witch scholared Her<br />In even darker themes<br /><br />"Amongst philtres and melissas<br />Midst the grease of strangled men<br />And eldritch truths, elder ill-omen<br />Elizabeth came to life again"<br /><br />And under lacerations of dawn She returned<br />Like a flame unto a deathshead<br />With a promise to burn<br />Secrets brooded as She rode<br />Through mist and marsh to where they showed<br />Her castle walls wherein the restless<br />Counted carrion crows<br /><br />She awoke from a fable to mourning<br />Church bells wringing Her madly from sleep<br />Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung<br />Like a crimson bat 'neath the belfry<br />The biblical prattled their mantras<br />Hexes six-tripled their fees<br />But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed<br />And She was a widow from god and His wrath, finally...
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Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night<br />Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light<br />A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas<br />Bled white and dead, Her true mother was fed<br />To the ravenous wolves that the elements led<br />From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease<br /><br />Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn<br />Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm<br />(Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed)<br />Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born<br />On that eve when the Countess' own came deformed<br />A tragedy crept to the name Bathory<br /><br />Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose<br />Grew so dark as this sylph<br />None more cold in repose<br />Yet Her beauty spun webs<br />Round hearts a glance would betroth<br /><br />She feared the light<br />So when She fell like a sinner to vice<br />Under austere, puritanical rule<br />She sacrificed...<br />Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall<br />But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled<br />Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel<br />(And possessed of such delights)<br />For ravens winged Her nightly flights<br />Of erotica<br />Half spurned from the pulpit<br />Torments to occur<br />Half learnt from the cabal of demons<br />In Her<br />Her walk went to voodoo<br />To see Her own shadow adored<br />At mass without flaw<br />Though inwards She abhored<br />Not Her coven of suitors<br />But the stare of their Lord<br /><br />"I must avert mine eyes to hymns<br />For His gaze brings dogmas to my skin<br />He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites<br />With Him undead for three long nights"<br /><br />Elizabeth listened<br />No sermons intoned<br />Dragged such guilt to Her door<br />Tombed Her soul with such stone<br />For She swore the Priest sighed<br />When She knelt down to atone...<br /><br />She feared the light<br />So when She fell<br />Like a sinner to vice<br />Under austere, puritanical rule<br />She sacrificed<br />Her decorum as chaste<br />To this wolf of the cloth<br />Pouncing to haunt<br />Her confessional box<br />Forgiveness would come<br />When Her sins were washed off<br />By rebaptism in white....<br /><br />The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths<br />'Pon the grave of Her innocence<br />Her hidden face spat murder<br />From a whisper to a scream<br />All sleep seemed cursed<br />In Faustian verse<br />But there in orgiastic Hell<br />No horrors were worse<br />Than the mirrored revelation<br />Then She kissed the Devil's phallus<br />By Her own decree...<br /><br />So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky<br />Solstice Eve She fled the castle in secret<br />A daughter of the storm, astride Her favourite nightmare<br />On winds without prayer<br />Stigmata still wept between Her legs<br />A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds<br />She sought the Sorceress<br />Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite's lair<br /><br />Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die<br />For the throat of Elizabeth<br />Damnation won and urged the moon<br />In soliloquy to gleam<br />Twixt the trees in shafts<br />To ghost a path<br />Past the howl of buggered nymphs<br />In the sodomite's grasp<br />To the forest's vulva<br />Where the witch scholared Her<br />In even darker themes<br /><br />"Amongst philtres and melissas<br />Midst the grease of strangled men<br />And eldritch truths, elder ill-omen<br />Elizabeth came to life again"<br /><br />And under lacerations of dawn She returned<br />Like a flame unto a deathshead<br />With a promise to burn<br />Secrets brooded as She rode<br />Through mist and marsh to where they showed<br />Her castle walls wherein the restless<br />Counted carrion crows<br /><br />She awoke from a fable to mourning<br />Church bells wringing Her madly from sleep<br />Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung<br />Like a crimson bat 'neath the belfry<br />The biblical prattled their mantras<br />Hexes six-tripled their fees<br />But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed<br />And She was a widow from god and His wrath, finally...
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