The Brimstone Fox

In the heart of the deepest shadows,
At the edge of the light
In the sleeping Summer garden,
Right at the edge of sight
The caress of fronded fingers whisper soft as he slips through
So close to the walls of that little whitewashed home
To that spill of amber light,
To that welcoming invite
To the souls therein oblivious,
To the wild heart padding past their door

The Brimstone fox will be waiting at the edge of the light
The Brimstone fox will come for you one dark and velvet night

Friend draw the curtains tightly 'gainst the vampire pull of dark
Draw your chair a little closer to the fire when you hear the dog-fox bark
Wrap yourselves in fragile cheer, companionship of those most dear
Lull the fear with wine and song as outside the moonlight glitters
On the glimpse of a silver tail
As the witching hour creeps closer and
The breeze stirs the ivy round the door

Come the moment when the lights go out
When your friends are gone, when you're all alone
Come the moment when the darkling tales of elf and sprite and spellbound fright
Reach questing fingers for the nursery door

The Brimstone fox will be waiting at the edge of the light
The Brimstone fox will be watching, right at the edge of sight
The Brimstone fox will come for you
Deep inside you always knew
That the Brimstone fox would come for you
One dark and velvet night
The Brimstone fox will steal your soul
Like a Bright-eyed thief in the night
One dark and velvet night.

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