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 a 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   That 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 soceress   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 the 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....