Poetry

A sorcerer moon was rising 
amidst grizzly clouds. 
A lurid willingness of night 
to surrender was evident- 
skimming the stars. 
 
A pact was inked between an 
antiheroine and a renegade. 
An apostate- 
will find the refuge in serenades. 
 
The feline grace jars the sexism 
by sitting on the fence. 
A blue ocean will churn out 
the urn of lethal poison. 
 
That flame. Can you kill 
the wolf? The tricks of 
child-molesting were 
on the big screen.