Meanwhile, Melody Muses…

You’ve reigned supreme these many months –

after your first tentative extortion attempt

was met with little resistance,

your strong-arm tactics evolved,

grew claws;

emboldened,

you branched out

and sank cement boots into permafrost,

added all creation to your payroll.

You thought

Justice would never come.

Trampling on the innocent,

freezing hopes and dreams,

your fingerprints went global.

But your days are numbered.

You will pay

for what you’ve done –

the Sun stands at the door

and knocks;

gavel will fall,

your empire will melt,

and your harsh deeds

become a bitter memory.

Don’t let the door hit you

on your way out of the courtroom…