An Introduction
She sits upon her high ornately gilded chair
At sundown her soul it readily condemns
Robed in a rich flowing velvet garment
Adorned in the rarest and most precious gems
Staring off into the dark dense forest
Night after night her grand delusion
The most empty and soulless black eyes
Dead without any trace of emotion
Succumbing to her ancient resting place
Before sunrise and before the sky is lit
Hiding her rare beauty from blistering rays
Her dark curse does depend on it
She sleeps within a dreamless slumber
Throughout each and every day
Without consciousness or awareness
No one dares disturb her in any way!
She will rise in her usual mysterious manner
Readily after dusk as she must
To greet her Dark Prince with passionate abandon
All-consuming conditional lust
A creature of the darkness that wanders out
Just after nightfall when she shall play
Bloodlust on her mind devoid of remorse
To satisfy her hunger pity the prey
The Countess, she returns like a shadowy figure
To her medieval lair with her heart a stone
Mindless of unholy journeys through the night
Like a queen upon her desolate throne
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