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[I. Benighted Usher]

tapers sighed
As Death impressing
His crest of cold on the Countess

Benighted ill-fated Usher
The House of Bathory
'Neath grief's facade

If only I could have
In mourning by Her
I would have clasped Her so
Like Aphrodite
Drowned on tides

And Her
For from Her
My lips would have
Enigmas of vistas

Where pleasures took
And pain,
Came freezing the
Of life hushed unto whispers

Benighted.

Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that
Through the of Her Lord who so lucidly slept

Benighted.

Exhaling the wail of widowhood's toll
Waxing eternal night entered Her

[II. A Murder of Ravens in

Now grey skies
With upon life
and Sapphic
Needs begged

Delusions of Grandier the revolt
Of descrying cursed glass, in vaults
Encircled by glyphs midst Her sin-sistered

With hangman's abandon She plied
To in bondage
From light to night
Cast down to the earth where torment unfurl.......

But soon,
Her proved
Hybrid rumours spread like
accrue
And blight Her
scarred
To bitter truths
Of cold

As rose
In rigid
To haunt Her from
Shallow burials
When exhumed
carthen wombs
Where frosts had laboured long
To bare their

To the depths of Her soul pursued
Wielding their poison flew
Like a of ravens in fugue

And their raptures
Would shatter Her
She blackened books for damnation's reprieve
cawed canons on amassed enemies

So Eve
As She
Like to the ball
enemies
Fell-sisters
Her
Cross stained
To Her carriage reined to

But She knew She brave the night through
Though fear a deathshead o'er the moon
a murder of ravens in Fugue

For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread
Horror froze painted to cold stares
And Her dance
In the vast mirrors
Looked the ill of Her
If feasted there....

[III. Eyes Witnessed Madness]

In an age by the nails of faith
When rank scarecrows of blighted lands
An aloof Countess an obsidian wraith
the abyss knowing well She was damned
Her life whispered grief like a funeral
Twisted and yearning, an entranced
those succumbing to cruelty
Crushed the gait of Her dance
A whirlwind of that swept through the briers
Of rose Her thickets of black thorn had grasped...

She demanded the and forever to glean
The of Youth from the pure
Whilst Her fantasies
Reamed to
decades unleashed
Came for silken cure

But Her ended swiftly
For Dark Gods too deep
To heed Her

When Her were assailed
With condemnations a priest
Who'd rites
In the dead of
For maidens staining sheets

And She postured
When Her crimes were
And jezebelled to peasant
Though She smelt the
That licked higher
To the tortured cunts of

So ends twisted fable's worth
And spared the pyre's bite
By of nobled bloodlined birth
Her sins (crimes) Her no respite

Forever severed from the thrill of coming
Where slow Death alone grant Her flight

"The Spirits all but fled judgement
I rot, alone, insane,
Where the whispers puce laments for me
amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane
Beyond walls, wherein condemned
To the gloom of an austere
I pace with feral sent
Through the pale of a guiltless moon
Who, of necrologies, thus
creation over the earth
Whilst I resign my lips to
A slow kiss that chides rebirth
Though one wish is bequathed by fate
My beauty shalt wilt,
Save for twin black eyes that come to take
My to peace or Hell for company"
(To peace or for company)

My soul to Hell for