Opportunity- The Hungers Of Elizabeth
By Karen
Elizabeth Bathory had a kingdom full of rooms and every room was wet with blood she used for bathing. She needed it to keep her lov liness. A tub stood on a golden base. With every vein she drained, she smiled and smiled and gave her truest pet- her monkey, her familiar- a little tug of his chain so everyone would admire her smooth ability to make him tip his newest hat. Elizabeth laughed and gauged how loud the crowd grew when the monkey climbed her parapet. Glittery-eyed with greed to bleed the best of flesh, she gave her raven locks a toss when a single lady stared, dead-on and dark-eyed back at her; she wouldn't come across as all the others had. The queen of murder waited. Whenever the onyx-eyed lady had a mishap, Elizabeth was simply 'there' hoping to catch her with a wound that wouldn't clot or heal. The only moral?- happily Elizabeth Bathory died hard. Written December 29th, 2001 © on Dec 29 2001 02:15 AM PST 0 • 10
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