Leshy's Warning
weary the hunter in silence kneels
the faintest of whimpers
a canine squeal
bestial trudging
the crack of bough
mist separating
to reveal
I rule the wind
commander of tooth claw and beak
and in these woods
I am the roots beneath your feet
ravens watch onward
from the trees
whispering rumour
on the breeze
wolves cry the warning
a prickle of fear
you're granted his mercy
but don't linger here
I rule the wind
commander of tooth claw and beak
and in these woods
I am the roots beneath your feet