In an age crucified by the nails of faith   When rank scarecrows of christ blighted lands   An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith   Dared the abyss knowing well She was damned   Her life whispered grief like a funeral march   Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced   With those succumbing to cruelty   Crushed 'neath the gait of Her dance   A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers   Of sweet rose Her thickets of black thorn had grasped....      She demanded the Heavens and forever to glean   The elixir of Youth from the pure   Whilst Her lesbian fantasies   Reamed to extremes   O'er decades unleashed   Came for blood's silken cure      But Her reign ended swiftly   For Dark Gods dreamt too deep   To heed Her pleas      When Her gaolers were assailed   With condemnations from a priest   Who'd stammered rites   In the dead of night   For maidens staining winding sheets      And She postured proud   When Her crimes were trowelled   And jezebelled to peasant lips   Though She smelt the fires   That licked limbs higher   To the tortured cunts of accomplices      So ends this twisted fable's worth   And though spared the pyre's bite   By dint of nobled bloodlined birth   Her sins [crimes] garnered Her no respite      Forever severed from the thrill of coming night   Where slow Death alone could grant Her flight      "The Spirits have all but fled judgement   I rot, alone, insane,   Where the forest whispers puce laments for me   From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane   Beyond these walls, wherein condemned   To the gloom of an austere tomb   I pace with feral madness sent   Through the pale beams of a guiltless moon   Who, bereft of necrologies, thus   Commands creation over the earth   Whilst I resign my lips to death   A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth   Though one last wish is bequathed by fate   My beauty shalt wilt, unseen   Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take   My soul to peace or Hell for company"      My soul to Hell for company