Thee Elizabeth

Dark mistress, me blessed, funeral nightdress, rip undress.

Black witch heart, I tried, Amor?s love dart, I died,
Hell?s countess, seemed ripe flesh, she started, Satan?s quest.

Her dark lord pay him I would,
Change her to mine for life if I could.
Beauty in prime, through bloods eyes,
Fade to black crime, no fake dies.
Death?s disguise, I tried to hide,
She won my heart, bleed ?till I died.

She crossed the Styx, just for kicks,
Came back from death to resurrect,
The prime evils waken, Elizabeth?s not mistaken,
Teenage blood spilled, to refill,
Her thirst for, free will.

Black mistress, me pressed, bedazzled, then left.

Dark witchcraft, I heart, Thor?s war cry, defy.
Evil countess, was unblessed, half-clad undressed, not stressed.

Thee Elizabeth......
She was pale as the death of Marie Antoinette,
Under thee guillotine.
White as heaven?s milk, dressed in red-black silk,
She walked to Nadir, leaving blood and sin.
Black dawns, red scores, she through heaven?s doors,
Smuggled death roll carnivores.
Angels wept, when heavens left,
All was dead, with Elizabeth.