When good turned evil and evil turned good

By: Autumn

Could a creature so vile be understood,

And confusion lay evil to beasts in the wood,

An assasin not kill even one little beast,

And vile so evil not harm in the least?

As good beasts intentions surely do twist,

And become so confused as a thickly mist,

Whose ill intentions do harm another,

Sister against sister, brother against brother.

The abbey of Redwall would surely be waste,

And good creatures slaughtered in otherbeasts' haste,

Never again would a dibbun do shout,

No dibbun would laugh, nor dance, nor pout.

A twisted tale would weave through this land,

From the great sky above to the beaches of sand,

Nobeast could be trusted at all in the least,

No food would be prepared for a great Redwall feast.

If good turned evil and evil turned good,

Could we trust one another and be understood,

The greatest abbey of all would crumble to dust,

For all the good creatures would betray other's trust.

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