Hark! What is this I hear?  A poor Damsel in distress
"Take me to her quickly, my fiery steed!"
The Queen hasn't much time, she needs a virgin princess.
Before the Bell strikes Twelve ~ the Damsel must bleed!
So off into the night … I ride high on my steed.
To save the poor Damsel from certain demise.
She is under attack, and she begs and she pleads.
While men tear at her clothes ~ with lust in their eyes!

I arrive just in time  - Her virtue remains pure.
With thy mace and thy sword I fight to the death.
I help her to safety, her life I reassure.
She hugs me and thanks me ~ while catching her breath!
I smile and I tell her that she'll be safe for now.
To the Castle I will bring her to reside.
The Queen will be happy to see her, and allow,
Her to be a princess ~ at least for tonight! 

~ ~ ~
So, it’s off to the castle - with a crack of the whip,
There’s no time to waste ~ We must arrive quick!
~ ~ ~ 

The Castle of Blood sits high on the hill.
Once filled with laughter now only with shrills.
The screams of torment, of agony and disdain,
Are all that is heard ~ behind these walls of pain!
Where my Queen sits high upon her skeletal throne.
Made from sacrificial virgin skin - sewn to the bone.
She drinks of their blood from her skull-laden goblet.
While she grips with clawed hand ~ another poor Damsel's locket!

She drags her while screaming  - clinging on to dear life.
But there is no escaping the Blood Queen of the night.
The Queen quiets the Damsel with promises of greatness.
She will name her the princess ~ reassuring her salvation!
She makes her an offer, an enticing proposition.
Promises of riches far beyond imagination.
Then the poor Damsel gleams, the fear gone from her eyes.
The Queen flashes her fanged smile ~ the fool has fallen for her lies!

She then tells the Damsel she must disrobe, to put on her brand new dress.
Made of the purest and finest silk, for she must have only the best.
She says, "My Dear, you first must bathe, to cleanse your body and soul.
To rid yourself of being a slave ~ and to allow your new life to unfold!"
The Damsel is wildly ecstatic, so thankful for her new found good fortune ~
She starts splashing and laughing, and singing - lost in such joyful proportion!
The Queen then smiles her evil grin, for again her spell has worked.
So with razor sharp claws, she shreds and she rips ~
while the screaming Damsel wildly jerks!

~ ~ ~

As she finished sucking each drop of life and draining the Damsel's soul.
The Queen grew 100 years younger that night  ~
and The Castle of Blood, Bells tolled!
So fear ye! Fair Damsels in distress, because this Knight lives only to serve.
For my Queen desires your virgin blood ~
and I give her what she deserves!

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