An Okotan poem that is occasionally recited during times of mysterious happenings in villages as a sort of warning to young ones. Both its exact date of creation and origins are unconfirmed.

Born to catch the creatures the elements have sown.

His name no one dares to speak.

Made of black and decay, antlers and bone.

Despair and death he will wreak.

Fear him, and do not go out alone.

For not only the creatures do his red eyes seek.