Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
She reigned from high above, in a castle on the hill She bathed in ****** Blood for youth And for a thrill Her talons roamed the countryside In the dark of night Driven mad by her obsession with Eternal Life The Countess, Elizabeth Bathory Come back to me Blood Countess Elizabeth Bathory At last you'll see... Her spirit wanders here, you can see her by the moon They say you can feel her near before the strike of doom Her name creates an air of fear She stalks us in our dreams On misty nights so still and clear You can hear the victims scream Terror upon the Earth! Demon of Noble Birth! Royal Witch - Gore Fetishist Bleed us for all we're worth...
0
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC
The Countess
She reigned from high above, in a castle on the hill She bathed in ****** Blood for youth And for a thrill Her talons roamed the countryside In the dark of night Driven mad by her obsession with Eternal Life The Countess, Elizabeth Bathory Come back to me Blood Countess Elizabeth Bathory At last you'll see... Her spirit wanders here, you can see her by the moon They say you can feel her near before the strike of doom Her name creates an air of fear She stalks us in our dreams On misty nights so still and clear You can hear the victims scream Terror upon the Earth! Demon of Noble Birth! Royal Witch - Gore Fetishist Bleed us for all we're worth...
xan-abyss
Written by
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem