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To where will they go,
This is a secret nobeast may know.

Plundering mudering vulpine thieves,
Who blend with stone,
Or meld with leaves.

See the pale eyes and swirling cloak,
Appear like nightmare,
Vanish like smoke.

What steals upon the silent air,
Gleaming fangs, mottled fur,
A deadly axblade lying there.

Nobeast living can hide from thee,
O thou who treads invisibly,
Cross hill and vale, through woods and rocks.
Marlfox!