A poem, by me. Enjoy. Copyright to me and all that....


Elizabeth Bathory
by Sarah Fulkerson

Days of lonely conversation
Secrets given to imaginary sorcerers
Alone in a dark world
I've been crumbling since the beginning
Since before the days you left to become a hero
When the mirror was my only friend

And I look upon the picturesque scene below
So warm there in your virgin smiles
Cold, I grow bitter
Trapped in this icy fortress
My heart shrinks, be still
Wings of grey now fade to black
And a crimson occult awaits

Crippled by your crescent moons
Dark wells staring into nothing
O' so bright, the blue is blinding
Eyes of piercing blooms, emerald hues

Creamy soft and white your skin
Sweet tresses of golden hair,
Rivers of raven, sublime
Of flowing purity so rich and clean,
yet so poor...
-and I take of thee

Your innocence I come to drink
Like nectar on a vagrant wind
A crimson pool of youth in fountains, streams
And here I come to be baptized
This immortality, this sticky velvet swallow

In the mirror I scream and hide
I must have more
Erzsbet is creeping down the stairs
and to the torture chamber will be renewed
This stinking rot growing inside
The beauty

Singing dark melodies of temptation
The witches have gathered thee
Agonizing screams fly up to the night
in this darkened damp castle
You find your nightmare
Revelations of vanity and eternity

You see, I knew thee once
Staring into yon mirror
Bring it in again for one last look
As I wither in this decaying prison
Enclosed forever in this castle tower
In this dark hell
I crumble