Kitsune rests in wait

Kitsune rests in wait,
With silvered tails a-glisten,
Beneath the pale moon.

Centuries of lives
Caught up within a moment,
Hidden beneath guile.

Majestic beauty
Held captive by starry skies
Shall not be revealed…

But one just might see
Should perfection seek the truth
What lies hidden; veiled.

A Kitsune, in wait,
With painted lips curved, aglow,
Beneath a pitch sky.