Young mischief in a red coat,

Journeying far to myth

And back from the veil

Of spiritual mist.

Young quiet in a sly mind,

Spreading gossip to the trees

And the palace pillars,

Howling slander to the breeze.

Young whisper in a devil’s ear,

Raising ghouls from their graves

And fire from its place

To burn the shackles of slaves.

A/N: I've always liked the fact that foxes are associated with mischief, because mischief can mean so many different things. It can range from doing small things in order to urge a larger change to planning a revolution. In my mind, it doesn't have to be a negative thing. This poem was built on that concept. The fox in this poem can mean anything. Whether a messenger, a real revolutionary, or a sign from above. I'd love to hear your interpretations in the comments.