Twas in the snow and darkest night
When hellgates found the child
A vixen matched the night itself
Her eyes were blue and wild
She raced through the brush
From death she fled
Nought but a dibbun
a price on her head
The vengeant woodlanders gave chase
A cry was set above the din
Get the fox! Kill the killer!
Though she had committed no such sin
Her legs were tired
And mentally weary
Yet still she ran
From squirrel's fury
Twas not her fault
Her brother committed
The murdering crime
But description she fitted
Dark as night
With eyes like ice
Short and lithe
So came the mice
With weaponry and traps assorted
They chased the vixen
By image distorted
The thoughts opf friends were on their minds
The friend's they lost
because of thsi slime
This vixen they call Gris
The healer, the thief
She ran through teh forest
Which was bearing no leaf
On she pounded til she came to a pond
Half frozen over it did not respond
To the pattering of paws
Over it's cold frozen head
The vixen tore on
Though freezing, half dead
When she came to the pond she took one final breath
And broke through the surface
She was cheating taht death
That the mice had all promised
A terrible fate
Like taht had met
Her brother and mate
She swam to the side
And the warcries receded
No mouse would've thought
That a pond she'd have heeded
Now frozen and weary
She dragged herself out
Into the cold snow
And picked a different route
Onto sampetra
Where ublaz she'd serve
away from these mice
Whose vengeance had curved
The very course of her life
and the loved ones she had
She swore on her blade
Those mice would be sad
When she would come back
To wreak havoc on those
Who killed all her loves ones
She had made her first foes
As the sun began to rise
In the east way behind
She began to walk west
Her fate she would find
In the land of the lizard
The island of greed
Onward she trode
A new life to lead