A looming figure in the meadow,
I dragged myself past your shadow.
Withering one battling nature
owns a formidable stature.
Holding the fort against the foe-
a looming figure in the meadow.
Long miles apart from comrades,
They are the rooted nomads.
As time wears down the lone ranger,
monotony cloaked the danger.
A looming figure in the meadow
watched the withered world die and grow.
Outwardly simple deceives sight,
The ragged fearsome one-legged knight.
All hail the mysterious scarecrow!
A looming figure in the meadow.