Potrait Of the Dead Countess

Stunning beauty was her power
It was her strongest asset
But also her greatest weakness
As the years their tolls beset

Her wish was not that uncommon
There are many who still want it this day
But no one wanted it as much as her
Absolutely nothing would get in her way

A wish for something so unattainable
A wish for eternal youth
To be granted one must pay a great price
This is known throughout all to be a truth

She meticulously studied all the legends
A bath in the sweet blood of the pure
Was the secret that she uncovered
She would drink the blood to be sure

Six hundred deaths for the beauty of one
Six hundred lives destroyed the same way
Six hundred times she thought she succeeded
Six hundred tries until she was sealed away