• He was always present,
    when the moon was in the sky,
    But his life did end at every sunrise.
    Throughout the day he was unseen.
    At sunset was reborn.

    With each time that he appeared,
    The fox's bark was heard.
    He only came with that sound,
    And just with it did he go.
    A lone fox tail in tow.

    A flowing cape draped from his back,
    And a crown upon his head,
    His royalty made clear.
    A selfish smirk upon his face,
    Below deep purple eyes.

    Two long strands of silver hair fell beside his face,
    They lay upon his chest .
    In the back more silver fell,
    Reaching to his waist,
    And was tied with a black thread.

    His aura was so blinding,
    Before him all did kneel.
    His difference was apparent
    And could be seen all too well.

    Who was he?
    Few do know,
    But titles mark him well.
    Son of Evening,
    The Rengade Prince,
    And Ally of the Fox.