Deities are powerful
\nAnd none more so than those who take
\nOn the protective mantle
\nOf the fox boys
\nFor their sake<\/p>\n
Those who have walked the forest
\nFor aeons before
\nMystical those immortal souls
\nBred on blood and gore<\/p>\n
With belief systems
\nSo paramount
\nInstinctively these souls
\nWho have run the human gauntlet
\nIn their very varied roles<\/p>\n
Dwellers deep in Mother Earth
\nThe cavernous brigade
\nChased by kuntsman and rabid hounds
\nOn their villainous parade<\/p>\n
Brigands clad in blood red tunics
\nRide through sylvan boughs
\nLeaping thorny hedge likes copses
\nUprooted by wild sows
\nVictims may be noble barons
\nThe schooner filling knights of old
\nTally Ho and off to tear
\nLimb from limb in ditches rolled<\/p>\n
A visionary vigilante sprang from
\nNo where, and she be
\nTall enough to breach the distance
\nAnd to let the fox run free
\nOr cradle him in her soft arms
\nAnd rise above the forests glare
\nListen to the packs come growling
\nAnd leaping up into the air<\/p>\n
Their scent on fire
\nTheir Jacobson organs sensitive
\nTo all around
\nAradia a central figure
\nFloating upwards off the ground
\nThe fox is safe within her soft arms
\nIn every hunt in every place
\nAradia encircles quietly
\nThen she’s gone without a trace<\/p>\n
Terrier men and hunting fellows
\nEven the police come by to say
\nWho is this mysterious floating women
\nAnd why is she around today
\nHow does she know of the hunts in progress
\nWhere they are and how they be
\nDeities do know what ever they want to know
\nThey hold the key<\/p>\n
She is the fox boys insurance seller
\nCovering uncertainties is her task
\nWhatever the terrier men are doing
\nWhatever the boys in blue now ask
\nShe rises upwards each time the kuntsman
\nAmbush a fox and make it run
\nShe is their saviour
\nAnd their protector
\nClad in white
\nBright as the sun<\/p>\n
She cradles the foxes
\nWhose hearts beat fast
\nIn the wind that
\nBlows
\nShe feels that blast
\nAnd just how manic
\nThe die is cast
\nA warm embrace
\nAs they all run passed<\/p>\n
Aradia,
\nstands tall for she
\nCan rise above the biggest tree
\nThe hounds seem tiny down below
\nAnd the kuntsman
\nKnow not where to go<\/p>\n
The police arrive
\nWith their whistles they
\nCan blow them now till judgement day
\nAradia has done her stuff
\nAnd the hangers on have had enough
\nOver the dales where clovers creep
\nWhere the balls of wool are in fact sheep
\nWhere the white crossed palings uniform
\nCrash down hard in the late night storm<\/p>\n
The AR groups seem mesmerized
\nThe spiritual significance
\nRealised
\nPrinces they be not rogues at all
\nThey can run and walk real tall
\nThe kuntsman really are no odds
\nMostly just a bunch of sods
\nWho destroy the balance everywhere
\nOn the land and forest
\nwe all share<\/p>\n
Aradia can do no wrong
\nThis is where she does belong
\nHelping the wee folk the foxes
\nWho
\nWould be dead and gone if not for you
\nThe AR mob and Aradia soul
\nAre really now back in control<\/p>\n
So equilibrium shines again
\nNothing really is in vain
\nThe fox boys are the princes they
\nHave been vindicated
\nAlong the way<\/p>\n
Not many nowadays it would seem
\nBut Aradia, heads the dream team
\nShe saves the foxes at every hunt
\nCradles them
\nEven the smallest runt
\nIs saved from death when she is near
\nAradia’s spirit
\nIs always here<\/p>\n
The pestilence are the kuntsman who
\nOnce were the kingpins
\nBut now they do
\nGet kicked and harried
\nFrom post to post
\nAnd it’s Aradia that we love most<\/p>\n
Based in a visionary dream<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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