SPRITE BACK

Written by: Christopher Flaherty

Stutter not my stricken Son
Sprite ye forth thy tainted tale

Pummeled though you be
Bye shards of hail

Against the rage you set sail
In spite of the impending gale

For you are witch 
Space and myth  
And edifice

That through which
Life ignites
The northern lights
And falling kites
Of vampire bites

Love fires rockets
When lovers
Entombed inside broken golden lockets
Fall out the pockets
Of fairy tales 
And tip the reach of lawyers scales

Please tell me where it went so wrong
As my memory simply does not
Stretch BACK that long