Act Three - Guy Kettelhack - Poetry & Ephemera
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Sprite Blood
Well-meaning though it might have meant to be,
the sprite, at night, has lent him such ennui,
he’s seriously contemplated killing it.
Sprite blood!
Oh,
how he would relish spilling it!
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