Erinyes

i must say i Love Vampire movies having been terrified 0f them as a child and walked in Toronto canada in the early eightes and seeing the then early early goths english horror was the only foreshadowing of the greater stories to follow yet i read Poe and Lovecraft and others and found no connection I must say I so salivate when i read this i shall sharpen my dog teeth in honour Bravo Bravo Bravo

This [imo] beautifully written piece touches on a long-time fascination of mine with the Furies, Succubi and other mythological - and predatory women. Hopefully, for the most part, they currently sleep: Go away from my window Go away from my door Don't want to see you Hanging round here anymore Well, you used to be a comfort When I needed to believe But the furies are in heaven tonight And the sandman's in the sea And I never heard of anything that I didn't half believe And the furies are in heaven tonight And the sandman's in the sea Aerial photo of my down-to-earth life Your falling star shone in my telescopic sight Man is always in the moon And no woman can be free And the furies are in heaven tonight And the sandman's in the sea ~ Melanie Safka ~ SANDMAN. Though I do think the spirit lives on in some mortal women - and to my cost I find them irresistible: In the briefest of glittering glances I spy the shards in her eyes. Crystalline inclusions in the ice-blue iris; vitreous splinters rip-reflecting, slash-refracting; scatter spitting pyrotechnic slivers of shattered psychic spectra shredded sensations and scattered semblances of sybaritic reality. Amid the debris of these clinical incisions: reflected? Yes; refracted? Yes I perceive a passing glimpse of reconstructed ancient cruelties past born and present pressed into servile slavery. Her intent is cut glass clear. In that mere second’s glance, less any scintillating second chance, there were shards in her eyes and one of them was me. ~ Meic ~ SHARDS IN HER EYES Write on, Poet, and I'll read. PS Have a couple of attempts at Succubi on my art site [see below] if you're curious. Mike Photo: Me, early 50s - just after winning the resort Disco dancing competition.[!!] For my own orginal graphic art please visit: http://www.flickr.com/photos/7911705@N07

changes not the possibilities. In ink, Dabbler

sink so well into the worlds of flickered shadows, of fleeting intuition, of primal states. Mesmerizing. Spellbinding. Hypnotic. Dreamy. Thanx, Chuck

...I'm not the only one drawn to the darker side.i am An obssesive vampire fan and this would be a great novel .The way you write I think you could do it. this was ....I'm speechless! Lacy, Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.

this piece of yours should be in the Vampire Chronicles! I love it! Nearly speechless, Ink

I know what you mean about the Vampire Chronicles getting way off the plot, I, too, lost it after volume 4. But I have read "Blood and Gold" recently (had been given it as a birthday present), and I think Anne Rice has kind of found her plot again... Your poem reminded me of Pandora. Love, Ink