Vixen Teaching Song
Confound them, little foxling,
Make them think the truth is lies:
Truth of words
And truth of eyes.
Smile as you serve him belladonna
And then foretell their death.
The hordes will think you prophet
As he draws his final breath.
Do not seek seen power
For then most will wish you dead
So sink your claws into their mind
And speak your orders from their head.
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