1.Against The Clock
Focusing on what The Countess's thoughts may have been in
jest-
The Raveness
The hours pass.
The reflection and my eyes have engaged.
I feel the anti-Christ as suddenly rage takes over me!
Virgin adolescents are not solitary victim to mental weakening.
The heart inside me shatters as it breaks.
The glass finally fractures.
I make the orders to destroy and hood all mirrors;
And as the haunting of age suffocates the hunt for fodder
begins!
2.Erzsebet Manu Propria
They have vilified her through song, literature and rumour.
Hungary's flower of evil; hemlock through fictional propaganda.
The family of Báthory; most wealthy but a dynasty that holds no
private archives,
Something of a 'secret nature'!
Alas! For there is indeed penned in her own hand;
The words of this apparent serpent tongue,
kept in the archives of other noble acquaintances.
Those words belonging to this once outspoken and gallant lady：-
And there are no indications of lunacy or a sadistic crimson
hellion.
How quaint that it is but the opposite？
Her king failing to provide her with the gallantry of his
military;
During a chronic invasion by the Ottoman Empire.
She protects her people and land by raising her own army!
He, who failed to provide the army, Fails to repay his debt to
her：-
And so she sues the royal treasury.
Quite the nerve don't you think？
This so called 'Satan' formed an alliance with other
Protestants,
When the Catholic Church warned to take from her.
When all is said and done;
One see's that she was indeed someone who would not submit nor
be a mute to their threats.
Her ladyship would not play the victim or the game.
Neither would she become disarmed.
Like a true lady of today, she would not be unheard or silenced.
It was those men she mocked as distressed damsels, who were the
only ones threatened：-
Possibly by the fact, that a female could hold such power in
society!
It is motive enough to write her out of the history books,
By burying her life behind lies and a brick wall.
Danse macabre du Báthory; An intoxicating tale of bloodlust.
I suppose those penned words of truth failed just a little bit：-
As truth never did meet the criteria to fascinate like the works
of masterful Poe,
Or his trusty translator Baudelaire.
Those who pay interest in her, for the bathing in blood and so
forth;
Show only ignorance!
For in her own words,
The Countess's true character to them is just a thought of
nothingness.
A failing dream!
Quite the opposite if I may say so myself.
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