The Tales of a Nine-Tailed Fox (Poem)

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  The Tales of a Nine-Tailed Fox (Poem)
  
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  Prompt: In the world of Fragile Vision, every painting begins not with colour, but with a breath, a quiet fragment of poetry. From that breath, pigment drifts outward, carrying emotions too delicate for speech. Full brilliantly coloured red, green, blue, brown. Artist Jean-Baptiste Monge style. The pale ultra-pale hyper-pale half body portrait, cute Kyoto girl with a fox mask on her head, traditional short mini skirt, in dynamic pose, a print of mathematical equations, astrological signs, glossy spheres of symbols, against a backdrop of drippy fungi mycelium slime mold, splash paint over robes, hieroglyphics symbols, alien calligraphy with Gestural Flourishes, ripples, Skips, Feathering, bleeding from indian ink, sketches of graph & waves, impasto oil painting, dark, abstract, ominous, style of Dave McKean and Stephen Gammell.
  
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The Tales of a Nine-Tailed Fox

In moonlit groves where silence weaves,
And silver light drips through the leaves,
A fox of many-folded grace
Moves like a whisper through the space.

Her nine long tails in ribbons glide,
A drifting storm at twilight’s side;
Each tail a tale, each tale a spark—
A fragment born of flame and dark.

Some say she once was mortal born,
A heart made gentle, bruised, and torn;
Till ancient spirits heard her cries
And crowned her with immortal ties.

Others claim she’s trickster fair,
A shapeshifted ghost of smoky air;
She smiles with warmth yet hides her aim—
A dancing riddle wrapped in flame.

But wanderers who meet her gaze
Forget the path, the nights, the days;
For beauty carved from mythic art
Can steal a soul—or soothe a heart.

She guards the lost with tempered will,
Yet tests the proud on forest hill;
A blessing given, a lesson taught,
A truth revealed where none was sought.

And so the ages pass her lore
Through whispered lips and tavern door—
A legend forged in embered locks,
The timeless tales
Of a nine-tailed fox.