Eyes of the Abyss: A Collection of Poetry & Prose

From the dementedly morbid, to viciously sexy.  The Lady Bathory takes us, once again, into the soul of the truly tormented.  Violent symphonies meld with torturous attraction and Gods in gilded cages caress...with tender, sadistic seduction.
Gia takes us to the altar of the Goddess of lust in Purgatory and the never ending agony of love.  Truly, an all out fiendishly passionate look into the mind of the mad.

"...Eyes of the Abyss is a dangerously intimate look into the mind of its Author. Mournful works such as Shattered, On the Fields of Mars and Sacrifice chill to the core with lamentations for the lost, such as Tower. And hymns of bitter solitude like Misunderstood.

From the thrilling and perverse, to the sorrowful agony of loss…The glass wall view into the heart of the Abyss. Lady Gia Bathory cuts deep into the flesh of what raw lyrical artistry is made of. Even Beatnik flows such as Justin and Treading Dawn blend almost seamlessly into the eclectic brew that is Gia’s latest work.

Not only a candid collection of lyrical liquid, Eyes of the Abyss is dually a strikingly open diary of Lady Bathory’s personal life.  Granting readers a closeness that is otherwise impossible for them to have with her. She rips her heart open and bleeds for the world, showing them that yes, she is a Goddess…but also a woman who feels deeper than most can comprehend.
“…There comes a point in everyone’s life where they are deep in the Abyss. Be it by their own or someone else’s doing, they sink. When you are that far down you stare into the void gaping before you…and sometimes, the Abyss looks back. That is when you know that madness has taken you as his lover.” - Lady Gia Bathory"  - From GiaBathory.com

Author of Best Selling Historical Fcition, The Trouble with the Pears, Award winning Raqs Sharki Dancer, Aerial Silk Acrobat and Spiritual Heretic Lady Bathory has bewildered, seduced and captivated audiences across the globe.  Both on stage and through her literary portraits, she has commanded the attention of the world to stop what it is obsessing over and take a look into the dark and frightening beauty of the Abyss. 
"When I first began writing it (Eyes of the Abyss), everyone told me that 'Poetry is dead in America'.  I refuse to accept that.  Poetry is not dead at all...You have just forgeotten how to hear her voice." - Lady Gia Bathory (From an interview  Lnd. UK Nov. 06)

Steal My Silver

Scratchless, diamond heart.

Radiating Shiva Lingam.

Lithium salts, potent in hand.

Potent, more so in their heavy pollen.

Count the rings…

Two dead Kings and two supplanted under law.

 Usurped, if one will.

I have to wake up from this waltz.

The unforgiving pipes play on, blaring, brass birds of prey.

Feathered Raptor, screeching for meat.

Eighteen and one hundred days have seen me in the sands of your beaches.

This unforgivable sin, my love.

That just won’t shake, it looms ever up above.

Floats and flogs even.

Throws of red and grey amber permeating my skin.

Each pore grasping, arms open wide, for you.

Always just a few fathoms down farther.

I am Amphibian.

The heady drug, in garden mazes.

Steal my Silver darling.

Take all that I am.

I wish to say…

To lay down my pride and pray.

I have decide this today,

Can be the beginning of a whole new life.

Two spheres globed redundant in difference.

So much so, that even rain seems as uncomplicated as the line of your hair.

Complexity in the simple.

The story of my life.

Am I just crazy, or has the whole fucking world gone bloody mad?!

The red eyed, marble statues just don’t get it I assume.

They never speak secrets in the hollow of the night to me.

No white and red flags flowing red to signal the retreat this time.

This tower must fall.