Through her fire haired locks
she saw the fox
who had told her
how could she know` if she loved him?
He had told her without vigor or vim
And she had heard him.
He was as her slave
He could not be so brave .
Why would he worry her so?
He wasn't even human.
It was an unholy union
But the feeling in her chest ; was not illusion
It wasn't like with her,
She couldn't love his fur
It wasn't what it should be.
Can nature ever be wrong
His form's siren song
It can't be wrong
And the change was raught
And her mind no longer fought
Her Heart
And she slipped down
To the hard ground
And she kissed the hound.