The Countess' red ablution runs ungodly course,
in dark she transfers souls, to demons' places cursed,
vampiral maid, behind the walls; her laws endorse
insatiate, immoral cause of bloodbath thirst.
Chiropterans surround her deem, and crimson ooze,
an evildoer that the daylight abnegates,
with sculptured emblem that consists of three bear claws,
expends her victims when their flowing rate abates.
Defiled, cossets the simple mortals in her play
with hundreds of fake promises, in lustful mist,
a widow of relentless touch, apt to betray,
both male and female corteges, that once she kissed.
The sullied Countess addresses in bare contempt,
her mortal victims; blackened angel drifts
in frantic, detrimental passion and sins' tempt
advancing thirstiness to delactation shrifts.
She ravages upon the crimson brinks of baths
as immortality befalls, effete mistress,
denounces ethics' rightful laws in sinful paths,
deriding e'er wickedly her victims' stress.
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