Blown Glass Vase Poem by Patrick Frazier

The faeries grew large
Dancing that old European style
With candles in their hands
And mist rolling around their feet

Three small caskets adorned in silver
Floating down the Acheron
Pink, purple, and black palls
Under the blasts of fireworks

Countless men laid down their lives
For the infant princess
Only twelve held fast in the longship
That brought her home to the heavens

The fire dancer begins her swifter motions
Leto's wolves have a chthonic monster by the throat
A woman becomes the lioness
There is vengeance
And it is blessed by the spirit of the Earth.