Snuffed tapers sighed

As Death left impressing

His crest of cold tears on the Countess



Benighted like ill-fated Usher

The House of Bathory shrouded

'Neath griefs dark facade



If only I could have wept

In mourning by Her side

I would have clasped Her so tight

Like storm-beached Aphrodite

Drowned on Kytherean tides



And Kissed Her

For from Her alone

My lips would have known

Enigmas of shadowy vistas



Where pleasures took flesh

And pain, remorseless

Came freezing the breath

Of raucous life hushed unto whispers



Benighted.



Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept

Through the crypt of Her Lord who so lucidly slept



Benighted.



Exhaling the wail of black widowhood's toll

Waxing eternal night entered Her soul