Into the light

After a long and torturous fight

My body frail and now a toxic waste site.

I'm ready to be escorted by Fox into the light

As I step out from this used, ugly husk,

The sun is setting an now is dusk

My escort takes my hand that's all aglow

My own spiritual lights essence gleaming doth show.

He turns to me and tells me I am such a beauty too

That in life I was pretty,

But now,

"Death becomes you!"

In Far Eastern mythology Foxes were once human whose spirits moved into the bodies of a Fox. As a result there is a sense of Fox being a communicator, bearing the messages of ghosts and the Ancestors. I relate to this very well.