O for a muse of #fire, that would be-tag
The brightest heaven of invention.
Asked am I to blog as bard of old,
Who trades his quill for keywords,
And asks for humble patience,
When posts do run too long.

Glad am I, in truth, to change the venue.
Much news comes now, and daily,
Regarding Bat and Cat.
In film, in games, in talk of pending
Reboots, that wouldst undo the hated blots
Upon the painted page.
All beg a better herald
Than the flat unrais'ed spirits
Of mine old blog would allow.
Admit me then, Chorus to this history
Gently to hear, kindly to judge…

Already a snag. 

A muse of fire I wished for, and such a muse there be.
Pixel-made, of 1s and 0s empowered.
Where any kind reader finding words appealing
May, with simple mouse click,
Tweet and share and pass them on.
To any gentle friend, they are imparted,
And strangers too, forsooth.
To any who hath expressed an interest
In subjects here discussed…

A muse of fire, yea verily! 
A rising fire.
Yet, I am told, #thefirerises is the hashtag I must use.
Work this into mine title and links aplenty shall be mine.

It doth not scan.

A muse of #therisingfire perhaps.
Thus far I could compromise my title.
Thus far I could bendeth mine art.
Catwoman, she is Muse Incarnate of this blog.
If in this Nolan’s film her visage shall the fair Anne Hathaway represent,
This movie must I blog of.
If rising fire be the keynote of its viral,
Rising fire will I happily entreat.

But, pray, let it scan.

Good Brothers Warner, work with me here.
She is Catwoman.  
As the Dark Knight be a man, rising shall occur.
Pages and pages can I give you on this subject.
As mine hostess, keeper of this blog hath done.
Not since Much Ado have I seen such a pair.
Not since then such merry war between the sexes
Such as gives rise to the spirit and rise to the—

But pray you, let it scan. 

It should not be so hard—
In sense of labour, I mean.
With Catwoman, all is effortless,
Easily should it come—
(Do get thine mind from the gutters!)

Easily, I say, should it come
If Catwoman be your subject.
She is light and frothy,
She is fun and frolic.
She is Woman and Cat.
Colour and Joy are hers
By right and nature. 
Dear friends, let us put off grim visage.
There is no place here for peddlers of grit and grime.
Acolytes of Despair, depart ye now.
Your labours are in vain.
The hour is past when gritty, low and ugly
Ruled the day.
Bat and Cat are reclaim’ed
Heroes and Hope are reclaim’ed
Heart and Hearth are reclaim’ed
By those who seek only the pleasure
Of a well-told tale.