{ The Blood Countess }

This is also about Elizabeth Bathory... I was being greatly inspired by my favorite band. The quotes in italics are from songs, I didn't write them. But everything else, I wrote.
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"Hear me now, All crimes should be treasured If they bring Thee Pleasure somehow..."
♦
Like vermilion blood in the snow,
garnered satin lapped Elizabeth's chest.
Glistening against her throat,
an illuminating tourniquet of topaz rests.
Her spirit was freed to shroud the moon.
Awakened, she emerged out of her tomb,
such an imperial prowess hung from nebulae.
She was outshone like a fallen star in bloom,
Commanding dreadful unease, her affinity
demanded of death and mortality to breathe.
Though torches manifested her shadow,
Elizabeth bedazzled courtrooms in a sheath.
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Slaves greeted her with nothing but despair,
yet she managed to hold them all enthralled.
Raped of faith, she embraced
the narcissistic mirror's face, and recalled
the disdain hidden inside her veins.
Elizabeth seeked to keep what age took away,
and sold her soul for this dark toll.
From the bowels of the abyss, she was a lovely array.
Witches stifled their cries in reddened wombs,
as madness came upon her like an erotic lover's seed.
Torture was unleashed in clouts,
Life splashed upon her skin, she watched them bleed.
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"More. Whore. More.
Twitching make me wet with thee
Carcass rub me raw."
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