Post by DM the Usurper on Mar 5, 2007 19:55:51 GMT -5
Posted on player's request
A little hin girl in the town of Shallybrook puts up what looks like a page torn out from a book or a journal. When asked she says she found it lying on the ground, but liked it lots and wanted other people to see it.
The harp string no longer plays
The Dragon's fire is no more
The fox will no longer howl in either ear
Trust has been broken at the core
But where, oh where, does the fox hide?
Does it flee or does it spy?
Alone in the bushes or running with pack?
Where ever it goes, pray it does not lack
With nipping of heels and digging of holes
Prey is sniffed out where ever it goes
They try to be cleaver and hide their ways
But the fox knows the way they play
Weep not for the fox though walking alone
It is a path to take in order to atone
Where the fox treads, no one may know
There is no turning back, the seed has been sown
A little hin girl in the town of Shallybrook puts up what looks like a page torn out from a book or a journal. When asked she says she found it lying on the ground, but liked it lots and wanted other people to see it.
The harp string no longer plays
The Dragon's fire is no more
The fox will no longer howl in either ear
Trust has been broken at the core
But where, oh where, does the fox hide?
Does it flee or does it spy?
Alone in the bushes or running with pack?
Where ever it goes, pray it does not lack
With nipping of heels and digging of holes
Prey is sniffed out where ever it goes
They try to be cleaver and hide their ways
But the fox knows the way they play
Weep not for the fox though walking alone
It is a path to take in order to atone
Where the fox treads, no one may know
There is no turning back, the seed has been sown
