CASTLE CSEJTHE, by Ashley DiosesIn corridors of stone, the claws of girls engrave
The walls with horizontal marks of darkest red.
The blood and broken nails embed and paint, then pave
The way toward the torture chambers, realms of dread.
The pallid ladies, beautiful as ocean’s foam,
Were playthings of the Countess, and their prizèd bloo
Flowed forth alike a crimson sea, where she would comb
Her hair with it or bathe beneath its endless flood.
In castle Csejthe, hell awaits those maidens pure
Of heart and pure of mind, for Bathory desires
Them both. She steals their very breath to find a cure
For even death, till life eternal she acquires!
