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.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: December 16th, 2015 19:52
- Category: Nature
- Views: 11
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