Bathory
Look out into the distant past,
Search within your dreams.
There you’ll find the tower,
Filled with haunting screams.
Screams of victims long since gone,
Screams of the murderess.
Her screams marking out dark vengeance,
Screams of pain but not distress.
Bathed in the blood of innocent girls,
Beauty the name of her God.
Hundreds of girls pledged their lives for her,
And worshipped the ground she trod.
Darkness hidden from her frozen world,
Her heart was locked away.
Sealed in a stone tower room,
Screams her companions each day.
Today her beauty is a legend,
But her deeds live in infamy.
And so the screams go haunting on,
Each a sentence for Bathory.
Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2011
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