My fox’ eyes are born in mischief’s wake,
Dark as the moon and far more a myst’ry
Lifting up toward stars in flight as earth doth quake,
Unveiling a world that holds such hist’ry.
Thy wailing call’s might holds planets in place;
A universe beyond filled with unknown,
Yet such myst’ry ne’er wore a nobler face,
As North Star brightens, black hole dare condone.
My fox, in the haze, carries such weight,
O’er mind fields plenty, where thoughts explode,
Treading lightly as shadows detonate.
In night where angels lost true love forebode,
A new day dawns as clouded fields implode,
And sunlight’s glow fills night’s dark skied abode.