ALLAY that downcast mood with apple pie.
CRUST is flaky, Granny Smith so tart in center.
QUITE true that much is grim, but pie’s got splendor!
CLICK and doom scroll, why? Let’s have some pie.

ODDLY, some name the rarely called on
VALOR for ultimate virtue; not, in valor’s
STEAD, descending Spirit’s
FRUIT, patience, say, of need each day.

NURSE revenge into flame, Edmond Dantès, hero of conflicted
GENRE, vigilante tale relenting on its final stretch.
EAGER reader, wanting justice, is swept along in wrath.
NEWER heart gives up its arson at the end—only after anger has blazed lives to cinders.