Description: Although I'm a licensed minister (which may come as a shock to some), I count two distinguished fifteenth century anti-heroes among my ancestors: Countess Elizabeth Bathory of Hungary, who bathed in the blood of virgins to keep her skin supple, and Vlad Tepes Draculae of Romania, who drank the blood of men fallen in battle to keep himself alive during a fierce battle with the Turks. I suppose this poem is an homage to this perfect couple.
Reads like a 'Gothic' heavy metal song. So you're a little bit rock-n-roll. Very interesting subject for a poem. Slaughter=enlightened? I suppose in dear Vlad's eyes.
Your word combinations are divinely inspired i'd say. Never quite equated seraphim with flesh...though i've thought about it before. This unique word play speaks to your lack of limitations as a writer.
This poem stretches even your tact with words...the lines blur between the tangible and intangible...between thought and sensation, thing and theme. Its a delight to chance upon. Especially like the 'cool caress'...as it must be. kc
Wow, what an interesting heritage! I just heard recently about the countess, though I can't remember where. Just me, but I don't think the thrid stanza is needed- the frist two are strong enough on their own, though I do like the line: cup us in a cool caress. Really cool poem! It seems rather darkly romantic. Makes me feel curious to find out more about your ancestors.