This is an original piece that I wrote a few years ago.  This was written during what I like to call my “Dark Period.”  I would love to hear what you think so please leave reviews and feel free to check out all my other work. 

~ Elizabeth Bathory

Shadow’s Own

A fierce battle raged through the night

Light versus Shadow

The crash of swords was like thunder

The sparks that flew lit up the night sky

The most violent lightning ever seen

One runs the other through

Darkness overcomes the land

Shadow has won

She places her hand on the wound of her opponent

His blood dripped though her fingers

It seeped through like sand in an hourglass

Her black velvet was now tainted red

And her hands were bathed in the delicious warmth

With his last breath, he tells her that he loves her

She said as the blood from her hands drenched her victim’s face,

“Hell hath no fury like a woman’s scorn

Seek and ye shall find

Love is ruled by blood

Life is ruled by power

And yours has been spent”

Upon his death she said

“Love is your mythical illusion.

Fantasy land is no more.”