"Quasi-Albino, Punk Cut, Mourning Blade . . ."
Alas, sophisticated synergy of femme fatale with the Gods
Is wisdom's fruit, like unto borrowed nods
From above--within the Empyreal Spangle,
Where all written life does like unto a fig from a tree dangle;
Thus, lace up them boots,
Allowing Lady Patrick to blow away mostly scarlet-necked coots.
