Sly Fox the Destroyer
In piles of crusted dust
The sly fox prowls in jets of furry
The words of prey whip passed the face
Of a wired stunning pelt
And in seconds of lust and desire
The melodies succumb to the blood
Tribal whistles of whiskers till the end
Sink into the death of a syrupy scarlet
Glistening animalistic shameless coal
Tell stories of past victories
Letters like blades slice through emotions
Creating deadly beginnings of masterworks
A fan of beauty deceives the naive
And results in the passion once again
The claws of clever deception
Scratch deep into the psyche of a poetic mind
So let your thoughts be your teeth
Your revenge be your mind
And your language be your defense
For I am Sly Fox the Destroyer.
Copyright © Gabrielle Wolcott | Year Posted 2011
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