The Lost Hermit
I knew a tale of a grizzly old man, he was rough and sharp as a shard stone. Hardly seen since he lived off the land, yet peaceful as moonlight on bones.
They say he whispers in the forest to the flowers and the animals follow him all day. Yet all who have seen him cowers, but the animals following just dance and play.
If you cross you’ll never hear him speak, he just looks at you with cold dark eyes. But he will always help the weak, he is like an angel from the sky’s.
If you see this man do not be scared, he might look mean and cruel. But he is soft at heart sweet as honey and as precious as a jewel.