Hirscudem

The Chant of Hirscudem
Beware the woods, beware the night,
Beware the beast that takes your sight.
She’ll come for greed, she’ll come for gold,
Hirscudem, the tale is told.
There once was a girl, her heart of stone,
Cruel and cold, with no remorse shown.
“Ra ra ra-ooh!” she’d mock and jeer,
Ignoring the spirits, feeling no fear.
Beware the woods, beware the night,
Beware the beast that takes your sight.
She’ll come for greed, she’ll come for gold,
Hirscudem, the tale is told.
The spirits stirred in anger deep,
Casting spells while shadows creep.
Her skin turned green, her fangs grew long,
To the woods she went, where she belongs.
Beware the woods, beware the night,
Beware the beast that takes your sight.
She’ll come for greed, she’ll come for gold,
Hirscudem, the tale is told.
With six strong arms like bears to swing,
She haunts the trees, a lurking thing.
With legs so long, and claws that gleam,
She’s faster than you’d ever dream.
Beware the woods, beware the night,
Beware the beast that takes your sight.
She’ll come for greed, she’ll come for gold,
Hirscudem, the tale is told.
One jewel she guards, her prize to keep,
In shadows dark, where shadows creep.
You’ll hear her cry, “Ra ra ra-ooh!”
And know her claws are after you.
Beware the woods, beware the night,
Beware the beast that takes your sight.
She’ll come for greed, she’ll come for gold,
Hirscudem, the tale is told.
So tell this tale by fire and flame,
Of the cursed one who has no name.
The greedy heart that met her fate,
In the darkened woods, where spirits wait.
Beware the woods, beware the night,
Beware the beast that takes your sight.
She’ll come for greed, she’ll come for gold,
Hirscudem, the tale is told