The Wendigo from ᏬᏙᏩᏌ by Vuduwasa

Down beneath the woodland’s crown
The breath of the swamp blows
Silence begets a lonely hold
Burned into the ground
Seduced by the wild’s call
The spirit beckoning

Confessions of fear and doubt
The only comfort here
The forest’s legend calls out
By name, the victim hears
Paranoid slumber comes
But only through his tears
He calls back into the void
And then he disappears

Lie to me
Lie with me
Make me feel
Comforting
Lead me away
Into the trees
Burn my feet
Carry me
We are one
We are one
We are one
We are one

“For the Panic of the Wilderness had called to him that far voice- The Power of untamed Distance- The Enticement of the Desolation that destroys. He knew in that moment all of the pains of someone hopelessly and irretrievable lost, suffering the lust and travail of a soul in the final Loneliness. A vision of Defago, eternally hunted…”

The odor of lions eating away
All hopes of sanity
Now he returns without a face
Our guide returning from the trees

“Oh, my feet of fire
Oh, my burning feet of fire
Oh, this height and fiery speed…
A reg’lar hell-fire of a trip.”

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