The Hungarian Whore

Báthory Erzsébet

Báthory Erzsébet

Trails of sin-stained threads

Lead to the lady’s chamber

Red drink upon crimson lips

No droplets left to savor

The ivory basin overflows

The moral fabric undone

Muffled cries, muffled cries

Overheard eternally by none.

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8 thoughts on “The Hungarian Whore

  1. One of the best Hungarian whore poems I’ve read lately. 🙂 In all seriousness, there’s a maturity of style in your writing that is quite captivating. More! More!

    Ron

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