Beneath the Blood: The Countess Part 2

Through the mist of failing winters
Ponder upon the shrouds
Under the blanket of loose snowfall
Can you see the face
Peeking from the ground?

Lured inside with a promise of riches
Poisoned poetry whispered
A trick to catch those of common
Only to be strung in the night
And among the vespers

A crimson countess
So pale beneath the blood
A blood red goddess
Slit the skin, let loose the flood

An utmost chimeric personality
Full of surety, anger and doubt
Steadfast constables on the case
Read between the lines
When wolves are about

Shielded by her own nobility
Inside her estate of turns
Slowly eaten away by paranoia
Demons whisper inside
Her ears are they burn

A hectic countess
So pale beneath the hood
A shadowed goddess
As she walks her way in the wood

Family turncoats
Like a knife in the back
Took her by the throat
As if set upon the rack
Bound her hands
She could not stall
As they forced her within
And locked behind the walls

After many years all alone
Imprisoned behind, where she crept
Solitude and paranoia with her
In time she grew weak
And took her final breath

In time she became a legend
As a vampiric mistress, evil host
Her name would live forever
At night to scare the meek
In visions of her ghost

A crimson countess
So pale beneath the blood
A blood red goddess
Slit the skin, let loose the flood