The Legend of Leshwall
Beware Leshwall,
A demon foul,
At night he creeps,
These woods doth prowl.
Once thee he finds,
Thy mind will bend,
Thy journey through,
Will never end.
He hides in trees,
In bark and bole,
He'll break thy wit,
He'll take thy soul.
With thy senses lost,
Goeth round round,
The path to escape,
Never to be found.
Thy lost soul belongs,
To old Leshwall!