He calls in whispers, soft and sly,
A lullaby beneath the sky,
Drawn close, they fall, no one to spare,
Ensnared within his cursed glare.
 

He lures the lost with silent dread,
A promise whispered, softly said,
The forest holds their silent cries,
Beneath his gaze, no soul survives.

He beckons with a silent call,
A gaze that traps and makes you fall,
Once caught within that wicked stare,
You vanish—lost without a prayer.