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.
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- Published: December 16th, 2015 19:52
- Category: Nature
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