Poem: 'Bathed in Blood!' by Rich Orth

Bathed in Blood!

to my dearest Countess Bathory!

By Rich Orth, 03/12/11

Jugular vein

my fountain of youth

Inflicting pain

of how it soothes

Before a harlot's begot

I rescue thy soul

Liberation of sorts

I have unabridged control

Writing your end

Before it's begun

Oh how the flesh

Can reap so much fun

Guilty of innocence

A virgins only crime

I therefore sentence you

to forever be mine

As you hang above

Shower down on my reign

Bestowing back my years

Writhing in pain

Oh how exhilarating

Bathed in your blood

Oh how exhilarating

Consummating this love

My only compunction

Is this lack thereof

Of chaste young ladies

To hold high above

For we've farmed every village

Surrounding landscape

now cleared

As I contemplate the mirror

Dreading greatest fears

So off we shall hunt

For more food for thought

Preserve this crusade

Sowing that which I've sought

To preclude nobility

Suggests me unfair

I shall darken their days

To lighten my fair

Immortality so close

Yet so far

To partake of immortality

does this appear so bizarre

These are my reflections

Mirrors long ago removed

As walled in my kingdom

Memories my only muse!