Rated as a film

Out of the vileness, shook the chord of ancient wonder

Spazzled across the disc of film oriented material

Spun out of fine filaments of feeble memory

Strung out of tune and made to pause

recalling its undoing.

It’s freezing in place is now but an idea

And the retardation stalled to fabricate memory

It stood in place yet unknown

But recognizable in motive

Stealthing underneath

Like shadows growing out of the forest at night

Just these static perspectives

Were there to witness the undoing of their superiors and proclaimed heroes

For where they above rise

In sight and spirit

Their sizes not complement to their standing

 Propagate towards parallel the tinkered elf

That awaits their sumptuous figure

In exaggerated supposition

As projected on screen

Back onwards glory

And forwards to shrivel

In as much of their fictional eyes as in their creator’s own.