Glorious and intense was its blazing eyes
Sparks of stars razed across the pupils
Igniting incessant currents through the
Maze-filled Iris.
Nephtalia, my friend forgotten in her caverns of wandering, no stone to hold up her sky as the slickness trickled across her weary feet
The Fox, a trickster, yet of good will.
Helped guide her to an oasis in the abyss
Though he could guide her home, he chose to keep her as company in this place of exile.
Colloquial cascading chasms calling
Names and chasing ideas through bored thoughts that collected in secret when either turned their wounded hides for too long.
They explored the windy passes, for years they did, together, yet separate causes
Until once while the Fox did sleep away his deep set fears, she dared explore the chasm
She had heard this chasm from the fox, his worried eyes and reddish charm. He warned her of the chasms hunger, the dreaded maw that hungers ever drawn to those that carry the wary innocence of fawn.
Though she did not heed his warning
Blown three calls of children mourning
The maw was not the chasms hunger
But the exit from this eternal slumber
But the world outside of the cave chewed
It grinded her bones and ****** her dry
And when she wished to see the fox
The chasm was forever sealed when
She left the fox behind