He loves her.
But how could he tell that girl?
He's a god
She's a mortal.
Emotions folding in an endless whirl.
Must he put his heart in a box?
Does it matter he's a fox?
She could not love him, but how could he be sure?
A god come to earth and then made a slave by a human temptress.
Convinced to join her court.
The straw he drew was short.
And he was trapped in an orjacks shell.
And it was hell.
Until he was, free.
As he rose to see the stars in the evening sky.
He saw her daughter.
But not by him.
And he knew that her mother's life had dimed.
And feeling rose inside him again.
As he met the daughter of fire.
As his heart began to play with music as a lyre
He knew what his desire was.
Her mother's rejection had not lessened his affection
He wanted her
In many ways.
And next, she meet him
As the sun rose
And by this prose
He tried to kill her
To save himself
He pushed his love on the shelf
He was trapped in a doll
Made by the woman who first trapped him in her thrall
Made to obey the young girls every call
But he loved her still.
And he could not tell her
Once more in his form
His fur unshorn
A barrier rose again.
He was a fox
She was a girl
He had to tell her
She might think him a cur
Or would she admit a love for his fur?
What could he do, but tell her true?