A hundred thousand years ago
before the first man’s rise,
I chanced upon a trickster fox
who promised me the nighttime skies.
It led me to an empty field
it’s tail wound ’round my wrist,
“‘A simple trade,” it said to me
“None but the foolish would resist.”
“Look up,” whispered the fox to me,
“I offer you no lies.”
Above me sat a naked moon
laid bare before my doubting eyes.
“I’ve none to give,” said I to he,
grown teary at the thought,
“I am poor and penniless, you see,
alas, I can offer you naught.”
“No need for tears,” said he to me,
“‘Tis but a simple thing.
All I require is your heart
dear girl, and I will make you king.”
“I can’t,” said I reluctantly,
“It is not mine to give…
but perhaps, for such a big reward,
for this, my lover might forgive?”
“That’s right,” the fox said, growing bold,
a rumble in its chest,
“all you need do is lay down here,
lie still and let me do the rest.”
And so lay I down in the field
and closed my eyes in wait,
anticipating a gentle kiss
to lead me to my final fate.
But suddenly he sprung at me,
eyes glowing and teeth bared.
In absence of that gentle touch
I felt myself grow cold and scared.
He ripped and clawed right through my screams,
he tore my body apart,
discarded my now-broken frame
and bit into my bloodied heart.
“Foolish girl,” said now the fox
it’s fangs bared in a growl.
Above, the moon lay cold and bare,
unshaken by the fox’s howl.
*Image was taken from space.com