The wood is full of shining eyes,
The wood is full of creeping feet,
The wood is full of tiny cries:
You must not go to the wood at night!
I met a man with eyes of glass
And a finger as curled as a wriggling worm,
And hair all red with rotting leaves,
And a stick that hissed like a summer snake.
He sang me a song in backwards words,
And drew me a dragon in the air.
I saw his teeth through the back of his head,
And a rat's eyes winking from his hair.
He made me a penny out of a stone
And showed me the way to catch a lark
With a straw in a knot and a whispered word
And a penny's worth of ginger wrapped up in a leaf.
He asked me my name and where I lived.
I told him a name from my book of tales.
He asked me to come with him into the wood
And dance with the kings from under the hills
But I saw that his eyes were turning to fire,
And I watched the nails grow in his wriggling hand,
And I sent my prayers all out in a rush
And found myself safe on my father’s land.
The wood is full of shining eyes,
The wood is full of creeping feet,
The wood is full of tiny cries:
You must not go to the wood at night!
Scariest song ever.
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