Countess Of Blood

I know not what I did wrong,
I only did it to make my beauty stay strong.
They were never really alive,
for I am royalty, I have to survive!
peasants they were like no more then rats,
why, they are as abundant as knats.
Wasted is there beauty, for what a shame,
for I bare the right, because I am of noble name.
I was the one that called them to my palace,
and I was the one who bore them the malice.
By mace, or strike of the blade,
I bled there bodies until there life fade.
Each one to satisfy my lust,
leaving their bodies as shells in earth’s crust.
They say I am a vampire or some hideous being,
but my beauty is worth all seeing.
I dab abit on my breast or neck to shine,
maybe rub some on my cheeks to look like wine.
But they saw differently in the end,
for everyone left me even my friend.
I was locked away in a tower of such height,
so that no one could witness my fright.
They say the virgin women were the best,
but as the countess of blood ,I would take the rest.
Locked here now years later I grow old,
knowing I gave beauty my soul being sold.

Written By
Robert Lee Niswander
Copyright 2004

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