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