I don't usually analyse poems but this one isn't that obvious. It isn't a gothic fantasy. The interesting words are “lust“ and “Strumpet“. He's talking about a real woman, a succubus who sucks the life out of him, but from whose clutches he cannot free himself. Unable to give her up he thinks about killing her with sword or poison, but his mind mocks him with the thought that he still wouldn't be free from her because in his imaginination he would revive her corpse. Aconite is monkshood or wolfsbane, a poison, The picture is a still from the film “Nosferatu“ of 1922
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