She imprisoned in the castle.
Lonely nights go on so long.
All she has left is the faith in
Lord who heeds to her sad song.
She can't bear no more this trial
Her gray hair can tell a lot.
The hell she went through is over
Leaving no truth to the world.
She fell victim to great intrigues.
Her good name is stained with blood.
Guinness World Records Murderers
Cede her primacy to her.
Darkest glory for romantics,
Darkest fear for everyman.
The creator of the matrix,
I'm sure, is not a human.
26.01.2023
Elizabeth Bathory
© Copyright: Марк Каратанов, 2023
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