Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring   Her spinal chill rakes the earth   Whilst pensive souls at zero sing   Woebetidings of rebirth   Under cold stares of Mars maligned   Near-suicides cross their hearts   And unborns writhe in tepid brine   For something wicked this way starts      Beneath the howling stars      Elizabeth, paragon of vice   Watches the sun set pyres alight   As Bane and Tyranny, her dobermans sleep   Like spellbound paramours at Her feet      A chatter of bells without   Raise hellhounds, teeth on edge   From sleighs hastened through snow lit red   Guests espied from the garret ledge      Great gloomy mirror tell her face   She will outblind them all   That heavenly bodies would fall from grace   To possess such a lustrous pall      For beauty is always cruel...   For beauty is always...      (Let destiny in chains commence...   Damnation under Gods seeking recompense   Enslaving to the whims of this mistress)      As the dance ensued   Elizabeth's mood   Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon   In slick black iciness it grew   To consume   The wench her tower tombed   Tending to her costume   Bore the brunt of the storm   When the needle askewed   She has her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through   Restored to jaded bliss   This evisceratrix   Descended to the ball   With painted blood upon Her lips   Passing like a comet so white   As to eclipse   The waltz wound down, transfixed      Devoid of all breath in the air   Even death paled to compare   To the taint of her splendour   So rare and engendered   'Pon the awed throng gathered   There...      Beneath the howling stars      She danced so macabre   Men entranced divined from her gait   That this angel stepped from a pedestal   Had won remission from fate   By alighting to darker spheres   Delighting in held sway   For she was not unlike the Goddess   To whom the wolves bayed      Whilst envy glanced daggers   From court maidens, arboured   Who whispered in sects   Of suspicions abroad   That Elizabeth bewitched   See how even now the whore casts   Her spells upon the Black Count   Whom her reddened lips hold fast      Tongue unto tongue   Swept on tides without care   For the harpies who rallied   Their maledict glares   A halo of ravens tousled her hair   Chandeliers a tiara   For passions ensnared   Phantasies sexed   When their eyes, moonstruck met   Their friction wore away   Through the sea of foreplay   Lovers at first bite   She an Eve tempted to lay   Gasping at rafters   Flesh pressed in ballet   But caprice, honours leashed   She absconded the feast   To prowl wonderland   Beasts in hand from the eep   Of Feudal dilemma   Well mantled in furs   Through cullis to watch   Dogstars howl at the earth      On this violent night   Unholy night   Winds lashed their limbs together   As the ether vent its wintry spite      She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes   To excite the bleak advance   From castle bowers   Wherein small hours   The Devil never came by chance   A lone charm tied to her inner thigh   Sent lusts nova as hooves trod   Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet   Were flung to a wayward God      Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring   Her spinal chill rakes the earth   Whilst pensive souls at zero sing   Woebetidings of rebirth   Under cold stares of Mars maligned   Near-suicides cross their hearts   And unborns writhe in tepid brine   For something wicked this way starts      Beneath the howling stars      Pounding upon the pauper ridge   Earshot of a hunched beldame   Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please   Such elderly loins enflamed?   To this he feigned a grim disdain   Playing to her slayful eye   But the hag replied...   This girl that chides   Will soon be as plagued with age as I   Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath   For Elizabeth's grace could raise   A flag of truce in burning heaven   Or the dead from early graves   Yet still she seethed   This proud Snow Queen   Embittered with the cursed retort   And because he sought her loves onslaught   He gutted the crone for sport      Soon in full moon fever they were wed   Lycanthropic in the conjugal bed   Littered with aphrodisiacs   To tease dynastic union   And beget them further maniacs      Elizabeth   Free reigned, now a Countess   Outwielded and outwore   Her title like a favoured dress   Whilst her errant Lord   Whose seasons savoured war   Stormed black to fell the infidel   Her embers, tempered, roared