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The VixenTrapped inside a filthy cage,
No release, no escape from this hell...
Prodded and poked incessantly
Stripped down to the bone,
Left to die in the cold; alone.
What else was left?
Shifting forms,
She took alight, running...
Bones twisted into a fox;
Such a perplexing vixen.
Darting around the hunter's snare,
Fit with wit to outmatch those
Who seek to destroy her.
Locking herself in seclusion,
To spare you.
Choking on currents
Dreamscapes shaped by the sea...
Nothing else is left,
There is only...
The bitter, ugly truth.
And it stands on it's own.
That's all from me folks ^