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.