The Cthaeh

My wooden heart
drenched in mold.
My all-seeing eyes
evil and cold.

My shriveled arms
filled with green.
Older than any
you’ve ever seen.

Tearing apart
all that comes near,
including the future
you all hold so dear.

If you talk with me
I’ll make you regret,
for I always cause misery
no one’s able to forget.