Thirteen Autumns and a Widow

Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas Bled white and dead, Her true mother was fed To the ravenous wolves that the elements led From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm (Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed) Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born On that eve when the Countess' own came deformed A tragedy crept to the name Bathory "I must avert mine eyes to hymns For His gaze brings dogmas to my skin He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites With Him undead for three long nights" And under lacerations of dawn She returned Like a flame unto a deathshead With a promise to burn Secrets brooded as She rode Through the mist and marsh to where they showed Her castle walls wherein the restless Counted carrion crows She awoke from a fable to mourning Church bells wringing Her madly from sleep Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung Like a crimson bat 'neath the belfry The biblical prattled their mantras Hexes six-tripled their fees But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed And She was a widow from god and his wrath finally...