She cannot Love–She must be Evil (poem)

Wasted love on a woman who could not love or
could not love me. I will believe the former, for
it is more comforting than the latter; therefore,
she cannot love–she must be evil.

Better to be in Limbo with somebody than
to be in Limbo with nobody, but she chose
nobody; thus, nobody is better than me?
She cannot love–she must be evil.

I am not allowed to say her name aloud, but
I will! I will! Her name is Countess Bathory,
bathed herself in my misery–epiphany!…
…she cannot love–she must be evil.

Nearly died did I of an unknown malady,
indubitably, twas the fault of my lady,
Oh my, nevermind, she was never mine, but
I am still in love with one who must be evil.