Nights of the Snow-Monster

Shocked to virtual-life
with 300 prozac-watts,
deep in the frosty core
of a vast white-picket-fenced Hades:
This empathically radio-active mutant spook
has launched
a fur-flying black-data "blitzkrieg,"
thus exposing
uber-powerful under-worlds to eye-dilating
"talking-head"-cheek-pinking newspaper sun-light..
for the first time in decades
of darkly-lit Vivification industries.
      
This Abominable Moscow Snow-Monster
has used his unholy might  
to mightily rend the thick-steel chains
of long-ailing, insincere alliances,
freeing the old dragons of Europe
to fly over their own psychic seas,
to discover now their own brave modern worlds, influenced by but not vassalled
to the American Super-State.  

Oh, Abominable Moscow Snow-Monster:
What misty, indomitable eye envisioned you?  
Could frame your thick, icicled, white-fur?
What greening-hand of mad Nordic scientist
dared to sculpt
your bony, primitive, deniability-slashing claws?    Or to conceive and manifest
your indie-edge, night-shade-glow
B.S. sensitive goggles
(with mushroom-cloud mouse-scope?)

Tell, Monster, tell