Simian, she floats aloft
Till Syme, the thin black spider, coughed,
Blasting her in spiralled flight
Into the vortex of the night...
Into that web of dark intrigue
Where friend and foe, at once, do bleed.
A Merry Christmas to you, Old Chap.
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In response to buttetcookie's stimulating verse... "Mercurial"