Act I:
Gaze a burning gift of a rainbow kaleidoscope reflecting a passage into the wavering pine of mesmerizing clouds and surreal meadows with candy mushroom tops and valleys of poured sugar.
Did this mean the blood was the seal of the damned or sweeter to drink with golden cups?
The fox stared deep in my eye and climbed a tree, not here I thought, and he giggles “what do you mean?”
I stammer my mind a mettle mess of mayhem, “can you help me?”
Eyes glow predatory but his lips smirk sly, surely friendly and honest;
“please, never look to places with keys for hidden secrets and chests, inside you’ll find pretty objects but not what you seek to unvest, knives are very much better such handling of tasks, start at the neck - work your way down your chest, use your flesh to catch the splattering mess.”
With that he was gone into the verdantly plush green leafs above, sly foxy fellowships, friendly.
Brandishing my double-edged blade, began my tale, shrieks permeate — a flock of birds bursting into the sunset, rolls the orb to gray and the sky nigh, best with a shot of gin, no ice, like it warm on the velveteen with a wink.
Act II:
Ossuary of flesh shimmering under the leering moon, such an elegant hue muscle a tendon in the shimmering pool of what I once was. Now a skeleton bear to roam as a zombies queen of matter and bone where larva bore holes for homes and worms sew tendon and skull together.
Bonfire in the distance, mounds of vitae enacting the ritual of debauchery from unseen eyes, but mine of course — as I drink in their essence of life, they didn’t go quietly as I picked them from my teeth - one bye - one by - canine to tongue and lather a few final words for the feasts fete.
Blue eyed topaz sparrow looked to me for aid and encouragement I could not bare such malice, kept her in a cage above the fire place, heat a simmer but not enough to ruffle feathers, just *poof* them to smoke.
“why are you doing this?”
such a sad tone and my reply didn’t help her soul.
“because the fox said so.”
