| Thin hung the web like a trap in a cage,
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| The fox lay asleep in his lair.
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| Fang’s frantic paws told the tale of his sin,
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| Far off the chase shrieked revenge.
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| Outcast he trespassed where no wolf may tread,
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| The last sacred haunt of the dead.
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| He learnt of a truth which only one wolf may know,
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| The sceptre and crown of a king.
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| Howling for blood, One-eye leads on the pack,
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| Plunging through forest and snowstorm.
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| Steep rose the ridge, ghostly peaks climbed the sky,
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| Fang sped through jungles of ice.
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| Hard on his tail, One-eye drew from the pack —
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| An old hero conquered by none.
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| Steep, far too steep, grew the pathway ahead,
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| Descent was the only escape.
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| A wolf never flees in the face of his foe,
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| Fang knew the price he would pay —
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| One-eye stood before him
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| With the crown upon his head,
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| Sceptre raised to deal the deadly blow.
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| Fang, son of Great Fang, the traitor we seek,
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| The laws of the brethren say this:
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| That only the king sees the crown of the gods,
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| And he, the usurper, must die.
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| Snarling he tore at the throat of his foe,
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| But Fang fought the hero in vain.
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| Dawn saw the white mountain tinted with red —
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| Never would the crown leave again.
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| One-eye his the crown and with laurels on his head
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| Returned amongst the tribe and dwelt in peace. |