Tale of the Lunar Fox
It was a fresh winter
the winds of change have come
the panorama was majestic
and the winds calm
the top of the waterfall
fresh and crisp
the coming moon
dazzled in its glory
lonely eyes peer to the stars
in wonder and awe
its white pelt luscious
it was in tranquility
it was a creature so majestic
but in its heart so cold
the winter reminding it
of all its lost so dear
the crashing waters ghostly
speaking to it
so many things to miss
so many things to wish
it no longer wished to be
a beast like all the rest
it grew legs and arms
it grew body and humanity
yet lonely eyes peered to the stars
in wonder and awe
green eyes and strong soul
in regret for what it must find
a creature so fearsome
still in its heart so cold
the winter reminding it
of things it must do
the brisk winds haunting
whispering to it
the thoughts of self
the thoughts of future
it no longer wished to be
a monster like all the rest
it grew power and wisdom
it grew will and infamy
it no longer had eyes to the skies
to wonder in awe
or body to captivate it
it became a wrathful god
It looked out into the masses
in analytic form
inquiring on their mannerisms
a fated becoming
they were domesticated herbivores
a cycled life and death
no longer playing harmoniously
with the world they were given
giving in to their given curse
ever so wasteful and unearthed
they lived on woefully
a desecrated beast
they have taken from the gods
and they have become jesters
the sacrifices made
all in vain
a sneering glance at them
the creature gave
and began to use them
like a puppet theater
pulling on strings so fragile
making them do as it pleased
so frail their will
so easy to manipulate
soon it learned a darker secret
one that a god of wrath could use
with sharpened teeth of the Fox
soon tore them from reality
possessed their mindsets
and turned them against their own
they began to feel the pain
that it had endured for millennium
and slowly it began to eat their souls
feeding from their sorrows
growing from their pain
never losing appetite
Ages have past and never enough
a gaping hole still held
never pleased or full
the god of wrath continued
soon it became obvious to it
it was a losing battle
in a world so unfair
it never gained or lost
every soul clipped away in totality
smudging this spirit further
so impure and infamous it became
a white coat now crimson with time
then in one snowy life, it met another
an opposing life to this deity
soon trapped its cold spirit
warming it ever tenderly
soon this god of wrath became different
it loved and it cared
it no longer lusted the evil
it began to call home
rapidly repenting and wishing
to throw away its ways
to be happy in its own right
to unshackle from its dark haze
but the blood red moon called
on a night of icy embrace
and called to it
urged this god of love
it forced its power on this one
punished it for turning
its path astray from its course
of hatred and malevolence
as the stars faded
the confused white pelt
looked out into the crimson taint
no longer warm in the snow
the light extinguished
by its own claws
it held its destroyed new path
and cried its pain of loss
it yelled onto the four winds
arms extent towards the heavens
and slowly began to vanish
into a darkening slumber
never to return
never to feel
never to love
desire to no longer exist
"what else is left
drop after drop endlessness
an unfilled lake
this has become
I'm done blaming
done with reasons
or more complex explanations
its numbing of state and mind"
a heart beat called out
it felt familiar, but foreign
an evolving symphony
soon to wake it from slumber
it looked into the darkness
soon stalking a light pulsing
it was a longer journey traveled
an ever going flight
soon it was there a familiar spirit
not one of its kind
not its form or ways
an empty vessel
with one bit it stole its guard
bringing this other's vulnerability
slowly infesting its being
becoming one
now it wishes to understand
to learn what it must
a second chance
but at what cost
the blood moon lingers
in its shadow it waits
soon it must reappear
but to what outcome?
the winds of change have come
the panorama was majestic
and the winds calm
the top of the waterfall
fresh and crisp
the coming moon
dazzled in its glory
lonely eyes peer to the stars
in wonder and awe
its white pelt luscious
it was in tranquility
it was a creature so majestic
but in its heart so cold
the winter reminding it
of all its lost so dear
the crashing waters ghostly
speaking to it
so many things to miss
so many things to wish
it no longer wished to be
a beast like all the rest
it grew legs and arms
it grew body and humanity
yet lonely eyes peered to the stars
in wonder and awe
green eyes and strong soul
in regret for what it must find
a creature so fearsome
still in its heart so cold
the winter reminding it
of things it must do
the brisk winds haunting
whispering to it
the thoughts of self
the thoughts of future
it no longer wished to be
a monster like all the rest
it grew power and wisdom
it grew will and infamy
it no longer had eyes to the skies
to wonder in awe
or body to captivate it
it became a wrathful god
It looked out into the masses
in analytic form
inquiring on their mannerisms
a fated becoming
they were domesticated herbivores
a cycled life and death
no longer playing harmoniously
with the world they were given
giving in to their given curse
ever so wasteful and unearthed
they lived on woefully
a desecrated beast
they have taken from the gods
and they have become jesters
the sacrifices made
all in vain
a sneering glance at them
the creature gave
and began to use them
like a puppet theater
pulling on strings so fragile
making them do as it pleased
so frail their will
so easy to manipulate
soon it learned a darker secret
one that a god of wrath could use
with sharpened teeth of the Fox
soon tore them from reality
possessed their mindsets
and turned them against their own
they began to feel the pain
that it had endured for millennium
and slowly it began to eat their souls
feeding from their sorrows
growing from their pain
never losing appetite
Ages have past and never enough
a gaping hole still held
never pleased or full
the god of wrath continued
soon it became obvious to it
it was a losing battle
in a world so unfair
it never gained or lost
every soul clipped away in totality
smudging this spirit further
so impure and infamous it became
a white coat now crimson with time
then in one snowy life, it met another
an opposing life to this deity
soon trapped its cold spirit
warming it ever tenderly
soon this god of wrath became different
it loved and it cared
it no longer lusted the evil
it began to call home
rapidly repenting and wishing
to throw away its ways
to be happy in its own right
to unshackle from its dark haze
but the blood red moon called
on a night of icy embrace
and called to it
urged this god of love
it forced its power on this one
punished it for turning
its path astray from its course
of hatred and malevolence
as the stars faded
the confused white pelt
looked out into the crimson taint
no longer warm in the snow
the light extinguished
by its own claws
it held its destroyed new path
and cried its pain of loss
it yelled onto the four winds
arms extent towards the heavens
and slowly began to vanish
into a darkening slumber
never to return
never to feel
never to love
desire to no longer exist
"what else is left
drop after drop endlessness
an unfilled lake
this has become
I'm done blaming
done with reasons
or more complex explanations
its numbing of state and mind"
a heart beat called out
it felt familiar, but foreign
an evolving symphony
soon to wake it from slumber
it looked into the darkness
soon stalking a light pulsing
it was a longer journey traveled
an ever going flight
soon it was there a familiar spirit
not one of its kind
not its form or ways
an empty vessel
with one bit it stole its guard
bringing this other's vulnerability
slowly infesting its being
becoming one
now it wishes to understand
to learn what it must
a second chance
but at what cost
the blood moon lingers
in its shadow it waits
soon it must reappear
but to what outcome?
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