Bathoria the Cruel

The terrors of a blood Queen.. Portraiture of a crippled moon, hanged forlorn and dreary, Casting shadows forth to hide, The scorn of man so eerie. Moonbright fell with gleaming might, To lick the lands with streaming light; Smelling the words of a strange new sorcery, Hypnotized by murderous debauchery... - For on th...

Gardens of Babylon

Fruits of thine intimate garden.

Rome, you beautiful tragedy.

In very few words one could compare, The pit of chaos into which we stare; To be just as Rome in all her glory, Her historical edifice doth tell this story.

Terrors of the Blood Queen

Poetry about Bathoria