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The Vampire's Spa Day Dream by Michael R. Burch O, to swim in vats of blood! I wish I could, I wish I could! O, 'twould be so heavenly to swim in lovely vats of blood! The poem above was inspired by a Josh Parkinson depiction of Elizabeth Bathory swimming up to her nostrils in the blood of her victims, with their skulls floating in the background. Keywords/Tags: vampire, vats, blood, swimming, spa, dream, Bathory, Halloween, grave, dead, undead, supernatural, superstition, evil, spirit, spirits, Dracula
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Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 9:16 PM UTC
The Vampire's Spa Day Dream
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...
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Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC
The Countess
she hums, gracefully weaving, effortlessly sewing. scarlet hair cascades up to her back. her lazy, brown eyes--sharp. she's wearing a crimson dress with horrible frills and stuffy fabric. she dances across the room, and sings sinfully. she inserts the red thread of fate into the eye of the needle. she knots it, and sews. she laughs, as she hears shrieks. a beautiful instrumental to her humming! ("What wonderful instruments you are.") she mournfully shakes her head, seeing looks of disdain and horror directed at her. her girls needed to look their best after all-- she even made the effort to help them too. how ungrateful! (sew their mouths shut. she does just that.) she bursts into a gleeful chorus. (before their consciousness faded away, they curse the inescapable thread that caught them and entangled them with the countess.)
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Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
blood bath(ory)