The Sage and the foxes

In a land where wisdom blooms,
Lived a Sage, old and true,
His thoughts adorned like ancient runes,
With knowledge vast, a cherished few.


His eyes, like stars, held timeless tales,
A radiant light, guiding souls astray,
His voice, a melodic whisper, never fails,
To share wisdom, come what may.


But whispers travelled in the wind,
A secret tale the foxes knew,
The Sage’s wisdom, they wished to rescind,
For their own desires, they’d pursue.


With cunning eyes and slyest hearts,
The foxes formed a cunning plan,
To steal the wisdom, tear it apart,
And seize the power at their command.


Through forest glades and shadowed lands,
They stalked The Sage, their prey divine,
But The Sage, with his old and steady hands,
Knew their intentions, like a sparkling sign.



He stepped ahead with a humble grace,
Foresight glimmering in his ancient eyes,
Leaving trails that the foxes would chase,
Leading them astray, to their own demise.

He spun his tales and wove his lore,
Creating illusions in the twilight haze,
The foxes lured, with an appetite for more,
Ensnared by wisdom’s mysterious maze.


With each step closer, The Sage grew strong,
His spirit protected by the truths he held,
He sang the songs of right and wrong,
Guiding foxes lost, their plans dispelled.


The forest echoed with The Sage’s might,
As his wisdom spread throughout the night,
The foxes, humbled, retreated from the fight,
For The Sage’s wisdom, forever shining bright.


So, The wise old Sage, in the forest he dwells,
His knowledge safe from cunning foxes’ chase,
In his ancient heart, the wisdom swells,
A guardian of truth, in that enchanted place.