Black Cat Tread Carefully

Whenever I hear Mechanic, the mechanic and context lacks I think of Charles Bronson and only yesterday asked myself why Where is the sense in visiting a long gone action star once perhaps the world's greatest (I think he was) , most famous now faded residing in memories perhaps, though hopefully not, only in mine Look closer and the broken blossoms cover gems, the lost souls, the saintly Buddha tainted but not destroyed by the moral opium now beating down the door- The closet no longer can contain shrieks of terror, cries of pain All this because not so long ago I noticed the last words I really saw the temptress dressed in black pulling him near skin-tight Gothic leggings only to, in a moment, reveal- the underworld Then I saw through eyes afire through clotted decayed gore through mouth extended, all red I saw through the monster beast I saw all that but this time failed to see even one black cat