I am canine, a dog in human
form. Alternating between imp
and angel, on a path between
black and white.
This kind spirit belies a malicious
trickster, wearing a mask to hide
the true cunning of soul. With a
silver tongue, people are blinded
by a false light.
True happiness doesn’t come
from a endless stream of
commands regardless of
the perception of right
and wrong
It comes from doing
what you feel is best
for your want and
purpose.
And as I leap toward
my destiny, burning
away the past, to forge
the future anew
The magic of the world
consumes my essence,
growing tails of understanding
built out of wisdom and
morality
My tricks both are to
entertain and distress, cause
chaos and inspire order through
it.
With many names, each one
lost to time and symbolism,
I continue breaking the long
chain of fate, running, undaunted
toward destiny.
I am not Kitsune
but their blood
runs through
me