'The Cockerel's Waltz' -
Written in July 2009/ After researching Countess Bathory & Count Thurzo.
Hilarity and a warm heart,
For they say I’m a villain.
I’m a poison dart :-
Poppycock from a cockerels waltz!
O’ there it is!
His laughable taunts;
‘Apparently’ I’ve bitten and I’ve tore!
With this noble mouth, what sickening thoughts!
“Madame” he said,
Why is it here so close to your quarters?”
Listen György, I hissed like a serpent.
Return to your hobby of Lutheran churches.
One knows your Erzsébet is not as delightful.
Give’s you no need to ridicule me with blood baths.
I have been left crestfallen but like your István, hell I’m beautiful!
Before your lies my life was so dull:-
And so thank you dear Shakespeare!
For this stage upon which I shall enthral my audience,With a veil of grace and of confidence.