The newborn babe would be the one,
To house the demon fox.
It was the worst feeling as he made his choice,
Almost if he had the pox.
Cradling the child he left,
His wife there to die.
As she took her last breath,
All that she could hear was her son's first cry.
He sealed the fox inside the child,
As tears ran from his eyes.
The pain was far from mild,
As he sobbed beneath the morning sky.
He knew that it would cost him dear,
But yet he dare not say,
Where he'd been that fateful night,
A secret, it must stay.
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A short poem inspired by a picture on deviantart. The link to the picture can be found on my profile page.