The Guardian of the Road

Oh, the eyes, how terrible they look.
The eyes of this creature are so hideous,
The light of day would wither under that gaze,
That dark, vile gaze.

Who is he, this thing I speak of?
It is beyond our knowing.
He looks over the forest,
His kingdom, his home.

He stands by the path,
That many people know.
He watches it so close, so close,
Pouncing on prey, friend or foe.

He is The Guardian,
The Guardian,
The Guardian of the road.