Foxes

The fur of the brightest red
and a coat of snow.
Midnight black and eyes of blue
like the rivers that rush and flow.

To stop the ones that howl to the moon.
The foxes will come soon.
A Foe lies underneath.
A traitor with vicious teeth.

The foxes will come to save us from death.
The foxes will come to take their breath.
The foxes will save us all.
And the wolves will fall.