"bathory" poems
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...
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC
she wanted to be
a killer bee
so she honeyed up servant girls
and placed them under
the fruit trees
but upon severing the stinger
a bee loses it's lust
so she left them to the bugs
and took on a bigger love
for pins and needles
and fingernails and a pale face
laced with pain
when they scream she shivers and asks
them to say her name again
when she was still young
her husband taught her necks break
if you bend them back fast enough
eyes go blind if you cut them
crisply across the iris
peasants can go missing and
no one will ever know
god help the ruthless mistakes
nobility makes
dorian gray in her mirror today
****** erzebet kissed the servant girls
like jeffrey's boy with the hole in his skull
she must have looked beautiful
in the moonlight coming through
the dungeon grates
and they finally found out
bricked over the windows
left a slit for food
minotaur in his maze
she thought she'd show off
for her funeral
but she is alone
the bodies decay
now she is a killer bee
in a cage
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 10:37 PM UTC
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
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 9:16 PM UTC
Her feet dance like ink across
Shakespeare’s paper.
Her eyes like notes in a mozart symphony,
And her voice like a lustful melody.
And her lips like a delicacy in chefs mastery.
Her touch like steam in a roman bathory.
And her taste?
Like the apple eve ate.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
Oh global pork,
seen in the sewer;
with the rest of your destinational derivatives.
The smell of your bathory abounds.
Giving the social workers
their architectural dung.
The Mind of the civil g-d,
incomprehensive and deranged.
That g-d itself
needs assistance.
Scores line-up
to help-
-the never-do-well.
Soon their g-d will appear again
without giving its name;
only exposing its composition...
Made of assorted care-takers
of its origin.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 7:49 PM UTC
I used to walk the broad daylight
Without the hunger I suffice every night
This addiction to **** for a moment to live
Has become my curse without a remorse to give
I didn't ask for this, something called as an abomination
Never thought I would become something out of a imagination
Life to me where once so simple now all's bizarre and uncanny
I circle and walk the night causing terror and horror as my reality
You may all be wondering how a man turns to a creature of the fallen
When did I became something that I am not?How did it happen?
It started 400 years ago when I fell in love with a beautiful countess
Her name's still haunts me Elizabeth Bathory the midnight huntress
Even the most radiant rose in appearance in the end shows their true color when they wither
She is dark merciless and vile when dusk falls she saps life like plants in need of water
One night as I walk along the shore of castle cachtice unaware of her being
I saw her standing there like wine in a glass being offered to quench a man's thirst and craving
I came to her like a hungry wolf, only to realize I am the sheep under a butcher's hook
I stare just to witness what fear looks like, as death bites a way in my vision blurred and blood was took
I woke up the next day only to be reminded that it wasn't just a nightmare
I soon then stop the struggle and feed my first **** and became a heir
I couldn't speak the tale of all the endless slaughter till' the day she was immured
I am being kept secret in the dark not knowing of my existence for centuries the curse I endured
An ending to a nightmare has finally came to pass with the death of the queen of the ******
But a new story of terror has began the hunting the feeding the killing where I myself couldn't stand
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
We all went back to sleep to finish a dream,
To be something,
To hold what we always touched and missed,
To exist
We see ourselves in the movies
We are heroes wanting to fly back in time to make things right,
To stop Nazis,
To turn off the radio and unite Hutus and Tutsis,
To show Kount the diabolic sign above his Christ,
We want to tell Bathory that pictures don't age
To tell Elizabeth that she will destroy herself in rage
We want to sacrifice ourselves for history to make this world smile
We love and hate Solomon at the same time
We want Jihad to go back to America
We are Ches screaming to the world that arms and ammunition factories need wars
We are Mohammads trying to restore the peace
And we all want the World Bank to set us free
How are we different?
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 7:03 AM UTC
Countess Dracula
Was she a vampire or evil personified
Elizabeth Bathory the name turns one cold
Treated young virgins as toys to experiment
Bathed in their blood so she’d never grow old
In Hungarian castle she ruled as a tyrant when Hungary, Slovakia, Romania were one
Infamous serial killer gone down in folklore
No justice served for the crimes that she’s done
Solitary confinement, her rooms with no view
within her own castle so nobles saved face
For the 650 young deaths she committed
For the hundreds abducted, with never a trace
Sadistic in nature, her pleasure in torture
Accomplices ready to act on her say
How could a woman so cruel be nurtured
and ****** so many yet not seem to pay.
Four years in her room then the cold seemed to trouble her
Retired to her bed, and the next day was dead
Cold runs through my veins at the pain she’s inflicted
Her name sends a shiver whenever it’s said...... Countess Dracula
30.12.18 JG
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 4:37 PM UTC
The essence which is my soul
most certainly lived before.
Perhaps as Nero
satisfied to watch Rome burn.
Only to return as
Attila the ***
hell bent on the destruction of the Roman Empire-
My soul clearly learning nothing
lifetime to lifetime-
Vlad the Impaler
Elizabeth Bathory
******
How else can I make sense of the
torture
anguish
The sheer misery
of being involved with you?
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
do u want this blue to live in
step into shower
pour blue paint over my head
walk around useless skin
slap ******* head
agaisnt walls in kitchen
whos going to rent it then
too much screaming
too much death
or do u want to live in this red
cut my self
wipe blood all over my forehead
something never to waste again
live love how Bathory did instead
bathtub in the blood of virgins
such beautiful skin
never waste again
leave the door room closed
let cigarettes can settle in
burnholes in the carpet
face hides inside of them
the door stays unopened
Y is hell is here
the door stays unopened
y is hell in here
and the door
i dont know what im saying
+i dont know how i am
angry before
sad again
y is hell is here
the door stays unopened
and i dont know where i am
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
I care not for Dracula
whose myth holds he
is a closet-case truly;
while I would gladly
let Madame Bathory
slit mine throat if she
would even have me.
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC