The Blood Countess

Countess Elizabeth Bathory is the subject for this piece. I have been intrigued with her for quite some time. Decided to write something about her.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

Pitter.

Patter.

Spat.

 

The crimson life fluid

Of the virgin peasant

Is the one thing I crave,

All that I need,

My one true love.

It keeps old age at bay.

 

Oh, how I fear that.

 

The approaching end

Of my time here,

The tarnishing of

My egg-white skin.

Now though I worry

For what comes later.

 

600 virgins dead by my command.

 

And the realization has hit me

That all I have done was for naught.

I looked into the mirror this evening

And saw that my skin is criss-crossed

With wrinkle after wrinkle.

Age and death found me after all.

 

Hell waits for me just outside my tower chamber door.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Holy shitballs, you're insane, and immensely talented...love the ending.

'age and death found me after all.
Hell waits for me just outside my chamber door'

Priceless....

[John Stussy]

Oh god this piece is ancient haha. Surprised I was able to do this back then, and I'm glad you enjoyed one of my older pieces. Countess Bathory was one twisted bint, she was.

[Ice Queen of the Vampir..]

Wow, this is a great poem. Very nicely written and I really like it. Great work!!!

Heather

[Larissa G.]

Ah, a poem from the perspective of one of the most famous figures in history, although the reason she's famous is incredibly disturbing. It was interesting to see you take on her thoughts. Although I think she was more insane than what was portrayed here. Had to say it. I liked the poem, though.