Kitsune rests in wait
Kitsune rests in wait,
With silvered tails a-glisten,
Beneath the pale moon.
Centuries of lives
Caught up within a moment,
Hidden beneath guile.
Majestic beauty
Held captive by starry skies
Shall not be revealed…
But one just might see
Should perfection seek the truth
What lies hidden; veiled.
A Kitsune, in wait,
With painted lips curved, aglow,
Beneath a pitch sky.