A light in the darkness
An angel in the night
Golden cascades frame the cherub
Who's celestial grace is too much for this world
In the shell of a crazy fox
Beguiles the innocence within
Joyous, pure and good natured
Cunning seconded by
An inexhaustible will
Yet the fox peers into the Lake of life
And recognises not what it sees
This angel in disguise
Trapped by those who will her ignorance
A life blemished with violence
A reaction by those who loathe their own inadequacies
To which pure love is a flame
And not a beacon
Too many poachers surround
Trying to claim the angel's hide
Like some trophy; a captive
Pulling her mercilessly in competing directions
But what they fail to see;
If only they could open their eyes
Through violence and neglect
This angel has flourished
And gained invaluable tools of survival
Try as they may to control you
They are feeble sticks in a raging river
Nothing can contain such spirit
Always enlivened by the challenge
The crazy fox; the wanton angel
The love child of serendipity
Will outlast the throws of man.
She will always be free
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