Verdict

Found guilty, yes, but suspected insane,
so put on a good behaviour bond — forever.
Drat! What to do but enjoy the brief limelight
that gathers round a fallen star? She poses beside
a crumbling griffin, one hand on a gargantuan claw.
All she can think of now is court costs — they'll zero
her assets, she'll go down in the world, end up
as the ragged crone she once impersonated…
Nothing left but to outstare those lenses winking
in the sun like heliographs — each one filled with
multiple, devouring faces — thinking, as she so
sweetly smiles: Anyone for poisoned toffee apples?
She staggers alone down the steps till brought to a stunned halt:
that black limousine is so much longer than hers!
He gets out — the Great Media Magnate himself!
She knows what he wants… His cheeks furrow into a grin:
the old puritan playboy has come to claim her.
Yes, she's got a life to sell — she'll make that million.