Elizabeth Bathory

†_Beast_†

l'antico vampiro
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I call this poem,

" Her Affliction "


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They called you the blood countess
Never to understand your real devoutness
I saw you open the door
Others looked and felt the need to adore
They quivered, your Venus in fear
Does history know your real tears?
Many a tragedy too soon
They were taken away, a short life to doom
You bathed in the blood of your victims, a misconstrue
The words of those witches, their dogmatism for you
You wanted to change your skin
Did you think it wouldn't be sin?
How many stars have changed since then
Never to become interchanged again
Lying at the bottomless pit
It has become too late to admit
At the chance to count your blessing
When all you ever did was regressing



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