White Fox, Red Snow

O’ White Fox, White Fox, please come near.  

Stand by my side and accompany me,  

And as we journey into red snow,  

Let all who sing our song say:  

We are not alone in this vacant universe.  

O’ White Fox, White Fox, so pure.  

Never tainted by another man’s blood,  

Teach me to hide my fangs,  

And smile... Ever wide,  

Like your jet-black whiskers that  

Extend from ear to ear.  

O’ come now, my dear,  

Let us venture into this blood-tainted snow.  

Let us be baptized in cold springs  

And Let us forget all that we know.  

For we are not Sinner or Saint,  

You and I are something in between.  

We are what dreams are made of,  

And who we are, 

Deep inside, 

Is who most will never see.  

We are made of myth and legend,  

With Souls forged from fantasy.  

So, follow along White Fox,  

I promise never to lead you astray,  

‘Til you’re buried six feet under,  

Sprouting seeds of sweet decay. 

But here, we stand now, atop this blood coated cliff, 

You’ve followed my path, tracking bloody paws in my footprints.  

We laugh together and smile, inhaling breath that feels new.   

We cast spells made of agony, sticking our souls together like glue.   

And though we’ve fought battle and war, shed blood and told lies,   

Been enslaved — like wings stripped from a dove  

Our luck will never run dry.  

For we’ve both known love  

And with that, have journeyed much further,   

Than the stars in our fingertips, and the sun in our shoulders.  

So, worry no longer Young Fox,  

Right now, you are just misunderstood.  

Carry on the journey with high head and high spirits,  

Knowing you did all that you could.  

At last, run with me now, Sweet Fox,  

Away from infinity,  

And though we are not the strongest,  

Nor the fastest, 

Nor the wisest, 

Smile.   

Because they will always remember you and me.