Legend of the Fox Woman

[Foxy]

Mother falls, on the mountain stair.
Wild maurader's foot steps fill the air.
Fox appears, drawn by moans and sighs.
Reaching in dispair the mother cries.

"Fox woman, sister, we are one.
Give me vengeance though my life is done.
Fox woman, sister, name your fee.
Grant that I may strike my enemy."

Rebels stare, silent at the fox.
As the wild beast chained in them unlocks.
Killers flee, fighting hard and wild.
As fox woman guards the one with child.
Temple priest takes the mother in.
Tells her that the vengeance will begin.
Though she knows, she must pay with death.
Mother whispers with each passing breath.

"Fox woman, sister, we are one.
Give me vengeance though my life is done.
Fox woman, sister, name your fee.
Grant that I may strike my enemy."

So she comes, through the temple door.
Russet pelt, a shadow near the floor.
Deep the drums in her gentle heart,
Keep the rhythm as the birth pain start.
Russet gown, pebbled snowy white.
Now a woman steps into the light.
Makes her way to the bed of pain.
Reaches down with touch as soft as rain.
As her touch melts into the flesh.
Pain departs as fox and mother mesh.
Screaming ends, with one quiet breath.
As the mother gives herself to death.
And the priest, raises up the knife.
Carves the door to bring the child to life.
Infant born, still without a sound.
Fox and human spirits have been bound.

Fox woman, sister, we are one.
Give me vengeance though my life is done.
Fox woman, sister, name your fee.
Grant that I may strike my enemy.

Killers come, seeking for the child.
Turned away by visions strong and wild.
As they flee, down the mountain stair.
Vengeance on fox foot steps meets them there.