Piru, Piru, Paäpiru
At the treeline he stood,
the Watcher in the Wood
He's up to no good, He's up to no good
the Watcher in the Wood
Piru, Piru, Paäpiru
His hair is of wild vines and leaves
Long fingers of oak, and his cloak
of raw hide and of the roughest weave
And with a wicked smile, he spoke:
Piru, Piru, Paäpiru
Good traveler, will you have a riddle?
Come now, I swear it is small and little
Though not one for the dumb or idle
Come now, I swear it's not a swindle!
Piru, Piru, Paäpiru
At the treeline he stood,
the Watcher in the Wood
He's up to no good, He's up to no good
the Watcher in the Wood
Nothing is darker than the forest after dark
for gone are the signs and landmarks,
And you hear the wolves howl and bark
And you see the eyes of the birch, HIS MARK
Piru, Piru, Paäpiru
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piru_(spirit)So. You know what creeps me out - the possibility of seeing someone, something, standing at the edge of the wood. 2spooky4me
Unlike my drawing, which fails to capture the sentiment I had in mind. Ah well.
Also, clearly - I have drawn perhaps too much on the Beast from Over the Garden Wall.