This is the story of the fox and the lion.
A Voice: "This is the fairytale that never ends"
I talked with the lion, and it told me
its plans on how to lure the fox out of its hole.
"The fox is about to become a dying breed,
its cuttlings, the weak spot. Let the fox mourn"
So said the lion, and laughed viciously.
When it got home. Its cave was buried in stone.
The fox smiled, and the lion roared. When the fox
got home. Its family was nowhere to be found.
"The lion was here before" It sniffled, and swore
to find a cruel revenge for the lions deeds.
The lion roamed homeless about in the wilderness
and it wept with anger: "I will hunt it down"
The fox was sneaky, the lion strong. That evening
they both cried out in despair, and mourned.
And such a wicked place as this has the world become.
A Voice: "it shall be like that forever more"
And I cried with the fox and the lion. Pity on them.
They are the reason my wounds are sore. |