Cry of the Neon Fox

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"Cry of the Neon Fox"
The skyline bleeds in electric hue,
Steel towers rise, piercing through.
Beneath their gaze, a shadow runs,
A snowfox chasing the dying suns.
She moves where mercy dares not tread,
Through battlefields painted with shades of red.
The air ignites, the engines roar,
But her heart beats louder, forever more.
Through broken streets and fractured skies,
Her quiet strength will defy their lies.
She feels the fear, the weight, the pain,
Yet she dives again and again and again.
Her paws trace paths through ash and flame,
Each life she saves, a fleeting claim.
The cyber world is harsh and cruel,
Yet she wields her kindness, her only tool.
The screams of war cut through the night,
Her figure glows in the neon light.
Wounded soldiers, broken dreams,
She fights for hope in endless streams.
Hush now, the shadows call her name,
A fleeting ghost in the blood-soaked game.
Her eyes burn bright, defying despair,
A medic’s touch in a world unfair.
Each stitch she threads, a fragile plea,
Each soul she lifts, a victory.
Yet time will press, her body will break,
But she gives her all for every stake.
Through crimson tides and howling rain,
The snowfox runs through endless pain.
Her rainbow crown, her silent flame,
She’ll carve her mark, they’ll know her name.
So rise, Rye, through the fading glow,
The galaxy watches where you go.
In the chaos, your light will spark,
A beacon of life in the endless dark.
Run faster still, through the electric sprawl,
Through shattered dreams and towers tall.
You are the cry, the lifeline they need,
A shy snowfox, fierce in deed
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