BLOOD UPON BATHORY: THE COUNTESS PART 1

The Countess awaits in her bathing chambers  
For the next virgin sacrifice.  
The secret to eternal beauty  
Lies with the young flesh, will suffice.  
Bathing in the blood of the innocent is  
Her way to deal with age.  
Slitting the young girl’s throats,  
It seems, is a perfect way to feed the rage.  

      Bring me another one  
      And another one  
      I dine on their final breath  
      Bring me another one  
      And another one  
      I will relish in their death.  
 
The servants line up at the dinner bell  
Each stark naked with a wooden pail  
Forced to their knees, chained to a wall  
The only choice is to obey Bathory’s law.  
 
In her orgasmic throes she plans for centuries  
To the drink blood of the young.  
How else would she retain her grace?  
Else she might slowly decay into crumbs.  
Age will finally wither her flesh to dust,  
If the young are not kept in supply.  
She must always keep them all on tap  
If she will keep her beauty as her prize.  
 
      Bring me another one  
      And another one  
      I dine on their final breath  
      Bring me another one  
      And another one  
      I will relish in their death.  
 
Cruel and fair like a vampiric curse,  
Porcelain skin foretold in free verse.  
Pooling blood upon the white tile,  
Leaving the bodies in a heaped up pile.  
 
Hiding from the sun and inquisitions  
That come with jealous reek.  
Late evening transformations  
Inside her bathing chambers come a beast.  
Screams that never escape the grounds,  
A rending like a loup-garou.  
Is not a beast, but Elizabeth.  
For her strength, the blood runs true.  
In the grip of lingering death,  
They all go home to Hell!  
 
      Bring me another one  
      And another one  
      I dine on their final breath  
      Bring me another one  
      And another one  
      I will relish in their death.  
 
The lukewarm blood leaves her in luster  
The Nobles about in envy, they trust her.  
Like a princess so delicate and fair  
She’s just like a spider, they’re caught in her lair.