Fox Footprints/Bewitched
For works with similar titles, see Bewitched.
Bewitched
He is fox-bewitched! he is fox-bewitched!
Running and stumbling among the trees!
A band of blood flows across the sky
The brambles catch at his weakening knees!
There in the hollow the fire-flies swarm,
Fires of torment to burn and sear!
Padding unheard on his crashing flight
Ten thousand foxes follow near!
Running and stumbling among the trees!
A band of blood flows across the sky
The brambles catch at his weakening knees!
There in the hollow the fire-flies swarm,
Fires of torment to burn and sear!
Padding unheard on his crashing flight
Ten thousand foxes follow near!
Here is his home he thinks, hope grows
As he flees to the doors that show so dark—
But the whispering woods draw near to see
Him tear his hands on an old tree's bark
And the pool of blood across the sky
Dies out to a night owl's choking cry.
As he flees to the doors that show so dark—
But the whispering woods draw near to see
Him tear his hands on an old tree's bark
And the pool of blood across the sky
Dies out to a night owl's choking cry.