I cannot believe that you are you
So many legends are told of you
The world’s first female vampire
You were so much more vicious
Bathing in the blood of virgins
And killing so many more
The men were no competition
You indeed earned you name
The Blood Countess of Hungary
Even today you are a heroine to so many
Elizabeth Bathory you will live forever
Just as you wished.
© Poem – XII/XX111/MMXXI
Categories:
bathory, horror, murder, women,
Form: Free verse
Words_ in my garden@ the edge of thorns.
Population cultivation of shrapneled bones.
My thoughts, mine, alone.
My as she helixed the change
of elixired kool aid and iced earth,
Ayahuasca tea to drink under the crystal sun;
To be or not to be undone.
Dangled as a charm over my eyes,
walled popularity,
that rivit ring resurrection machine gun
@A rising force of risen suns,
from the sea of emptiness
@circlet chain fire testing this blue toothed,
teething proofs of brainwashing that is being done.
Cutting me tooths on techlobotomy future suturies,
filling with bad blood,
of milk undone into channels of soured diversities.
Blasphemies abreast of Bathory, Borden,
Mystopheles.
Metaspinions on bile for birth of strange aeons and late night gerd.
Storied olde.
Waking death, rebirth, federation,
mental masturbation, folly, jolly rogered
as if it depends on.
A friend, so I have heard,
fair weather turns cold.
Categories:
bathory, analogy, confusion,
Form: Free verse
Bathory, Bathory
Come take a bath with me
I hear it's a cure for asthma.
Bathory, Bathory
Please scrub my back for me
And do not pee in the plasma.
Bathory, Bathory
Take off your hat for me
Hang out with me on the piazza.
Bathory, Bathory
Lay down and nap with me
That might erase my miasma.
Categories:
bathory, history, horror, humorous, love
Form: Lyric
THE IMMIGRANT'S CRY
They refuse to let me in.
Say its normal to be left out
That I should not protest e'en when no way I see.
Because I think different
Autonomously,
They are scared of me.
Haven't i not wailed hard?
But red is all they see me veiled
Like Lady Bathory bathed in virgin blood.
This is hell! Tailored for this lass
No Virgil guide as lucky Dante has.
I am doomed to watch my children pass
As Death's wages for relief that ne'er comes
I cry as they behind desks innocently hum.
Categories:
bathory, freedom, humanity, immigration, war,
Form: Free verse
It pains me when I look the mirror in Her eyes,
I see a night robbed from its stars; A portrait dead inside,
A Sol that lost its glee. Dreamt all dreams away.
One thing remains too glow, the Razor came to play!
The Silver beast carves a crevasse through the reddened sea.
Gazed upon by Her, as the Moon's silhouetted banshee.
The drop it swims like a pendulum at heart,
More to join where the skin was torn apart...
My emotions whither to the stale depths of Depression;
and the ebbs surrender, to crippled fingered compassion.
At burial in Death I'll finally swathe,
In a lake of crimson my body bathed.
the Virgin ship finally at its debris,
Titanic, Immortalized, Elizabeth Bathory...
Categories:
bathory, anxiety, dark, death, depression,
Form: Rhyme