Ponytailed Erinys

The greyness when

It gets late brings

The challenge of reality

In the form of

The Washburn Cheerleader

Ponytailed Erinys returning

Erinys who walks in darkness

Who strips her clothes off

And hangs them in a tree

White socks and saddle shoes

Her strangely crystalline eyes

Rolling way back in her head

Giggling at what she’s doing

Drunken with human blood

Curse the heavy infatuation

The idolatrous cult of female energy

Which the hard-hitting goddess

Has laid on my understanding

Yet hail to thee Erinys

With pulled back hair for

You will convey me directly

To the end of my transmigration