The Midnight Oath

What might there be to make men think
or give the ladies their next thrill,
with only paper and black ink
and a well-cut pelican quill?

It resonates through rayless gray
and pulsates past tenebrous murk
to counsel people who dismay
that men, at romance, will not work.

It scans the sky and wayward star
and notes the music of the spheres,
to fashion verse so fucking noir
that beatniks will renounce their tears
by a motive force you'll think a trick,
played on bland puritan apes
by something...pruriently sick...

Which haunts them in their dreamscapes
at the darkest lovelorn hour.

Behold...(Cue lightning AND thunder) !!!

The Sonneteer's Midnight Power!