The Wicked Guardian [Nordic Discord Challenge]

[Verse 1] He sings to the roots, he talks to the rain, Spins like a leaf, never walks the same. Laughs at the moon with a crooked smile, Dances alone in the woods for a while. The villagers whisper, “He’s not quite right,” But none dare cross his forest at night. [Instrumental pre-chorus build up] [Chorus] Oh, Tom Bombadil, the wicked guardian, Singing to the trees in the midnight yard. He hums to the roots, they whisper back, Step in his woods — there’s no way back. [Instrumental for 15 seconds] [Verse 2] Moss in his beard, wild in his eyes, He plays with the stars and steals the skies. Roots make way when he sings their song, The forest moves when he walks along. They say he’s harmless, they say he’s kind, But danger hums in the back of your mind. [Instrumental pre-chorus build up] [Chorus] Oh, Tom Bombadil, the wicked guardian, Singing to the trees in the midnight yard. He hums to the roots, they whisper back, Step in his woods — there’s no way back. [Instrumental for 15 seconds] [Bridge] Round and round in the green he goes, Where the river sings and nobody knows. If you laugh too loud, if you call his name, The forest will change — and you won’t be the same. [Instrumental bridging for the final chorus] [Chorus] Oh, Tom Bombadil, the wicked guardian, Singing to the trees in the midnight yard. He hums to the roots, they whisper back, Step in his woods — there’s no way back.