here I sit-
bathed in darkness
trapped beyond reach of the sun
I do not touch the poor creatures they cast into my darkness
flesh does not satiate me
so I chew on my rage
everyday I spin curses
on my mother, on Minos,
on the gods who orchestrated this.
one day I will escape
run far away
into the mountain meadows
and watch this city burn
now, I know it may seem common, even shallow-
to answer with such a simple thing.
but tis what draws my heart-
the Fox, silver fur, dancing in moonlight.
as I sit here-
deep in the forest, bathed in shadow,
watching the leaves fall,
tell me, why does the earth end in such a pretty display
I holler to the trees,
they answer with a rustle
Autumn! She's here at last, sweeping about the earth in a whirlwind of color.
Now turn the days to cool, and the nights to cold!
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