The Fox King

He was born of the midnight sun

A natural freak of evolution

His mother took her last dying breath

In dissolution, he was left

He was not wholly humankind.

The villagers drove him away

They took the babe so far and wide

Into mountains left in a cave

In the wild, raised by the fox

He grew cunning and never forgot

Those who abandoned him

Plotting revenge, and it will be grim

And in the night, he has a vision

He will one day become sovereign

And rule without any contention

And be cherished by everything

But his jealous heart and livid mind

Are set to destroy those so unkind

The fox king gathers his hungry army Lurking silently out of sight

They await his signal to unleash the carnage

Vengeance is coming to the village tonight

Ivan Gian-Piero 2010