dipped in fires of revenge
black as night and hung on edge
she calls out unto me

a wisp of smoke
and the fire pokes
now I see my soon to be

stars shine up from water, clear
silent noise is all we hear
she reaches for me desperately

over edge and pressed against
imaginary chain-link fence
but together we live separately

harrow here, yes, hurry here
be my darling kitsune, dear
*we'll be alone eventually