With fur like moonlight, flecked with shadows deep,
Kitsun emerges, where secrets softly creep.
No playful prankster, nor creature of the day,
But mischievous spirit, where illusions hold sway.
Through moonlit forests, it flits with silent grace,
Leaving trails of laughter, on nature’s gentle face.
Its voice, a playful whisper, on windswept currents rings,
Luring curious souls, with hidden, wondrous things.
But beneath the mischief, a wisdom sly and old,
Holds stories of deception, yet truths yet untold.
For Kitsun remembers, the ancient pact of play,
To test and challenge, in a never-ending sway.
So approach with caution, and a light and open mind,
Respect the trickery, where boundaries you’ll find.
Offer not frustration, but a spirit that can dance,
Embrace the unexpected, in this mischievous trance.
Then, in the dance of shadows and moonlit dew,
The trickster unveils its secrets, just for you.
It shares the magic, of illusions light and bright,
Of questioning truths, bathed in playful, silvery light.
And as the first rays of dawn ignite the sky,
Kitsun fades away, with a twinkling, mischievous sigh.
But in your heart, its laughter will remain,
A reminder of wonder, whispered through the rain.
So close your eyes, and feel the playful spark,
Let Kitsun’s spirit, ignite your playful ark.
For in the depths of wonder, where secrets softly gleam,
The trickster’s mischievous heart, forever watches your dream.