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he is wild-eyed and wild-helmed
of wooden ribs and sharpened teeth
a reminder for lost wanderers
to fear the forest and what lies beneath.
his steps are silent, his claws are swift,
survival rent through sundered skin,
unseen ere he was stripped and flayed
so fear the forest and what cries within.
he seeks rest for feral, keening dead,
from blood and bone his knowledge grows,
of life and death and damp damp earth
to fear the forest and what dies below.
feather-helmed he stalks the umbral woods,
hunting shades whose sworn protection lies,
so watch the daytime like the clouded night
and trust the forest like the open skies