Random Thoughts
There is no starting from zero once you poop in the pool
The boy was born beneath a cursed night sky,
A shadow in his heart, though none knew why.
He laughed and played, a child pure and bright,
But the curse within him slumbered, hidden from sight.
Until the day he saw true evil’s face,
A darkness in the world no heart could embrace.
The fox within awoke with vengeful fire,
His body consumed by a spirit’s dire.
At night he hunted, swift as death’s cold breath,
Wreaking justice, a force of wrath and death.
By dawn, he stood, a boy once more,
But in his clothes, the blood he wore.
The townsfolk saw the evil slain,
Yet whispered still, fear in their vein.
No longer a boy, no longer the same,
His innocence lost, replaced by blame.
He wandered far, to lands unknown,
In every place, he stood alone.
Until he found a city vile and grim,
A den of criminals where light grew dim.
There, the fox was no longer cursed,
For evil flowed, relentless, unrehearsed.
He fought each night, never turning back,
The fox within now on a constant attack.
No longer did the boy reappear,
For his spirit had grown fierce, severe.
In this place, his name was known,
A hunter of evil, fully grown.
And though they accepted the fox’s reign,
The boy was lost, his past in vain.
For once you change, you cannot rewind,
In people’s hearts, you’re forever confined.
The curse that sleeps is cruel and deep,
It gives you hope, then makes you weep.
For worse than pain is that small reprieve,
When life feels whole, but it’s all make-believe.
And so he fought, no turning back,
In every shadow, he stayed on track.
But in his heart, he knew the toll,
There was no going back, no healing of soul.
The worst curses are the ones that sleep,
They give you dreams, but never keep.
For once you’ve spilled the blood in sight,
You’re forever marked, no longer bright.
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