Elizabeth Bathory

(Poem)

The noble Elizabeth
Had quite a bloody reign
Some called her possessed,
And others just insane

She kept a special chamber,
Far from the spying sun
Where our beautiful Countess
Tortured the help for fun

Pincers & needles & irons,
Whips & scissors & fire
Were only some of the tools
Used to fulfill her desires

But it was in the castle of Csejthe
Her most prized possession lay
A lethal Iron Maiden
Where several died each day

It hung from the dungeon ceiling
And trapped in its spiky cage
A naked servant girl was chosen
To bear Elizabeth's rage

With a red hot poker
Her flesh was repeatedly jabbed
And by the sharpened metal spikes
She would be fatally stabbed

After forty years of terror
Her killings slowly unfurled
It was found that Countess Elizabeth
Murdered 650 girls

She was finally imprisoned
Locked away in her own palace
And it was there that she died
Still full of spite and malice.