Slavic field spirits said to have grass growing on their heads instead of hair.
Your prompt is POLEVIK
Come touch grass, he says
And I want to, I reach out
Erupting in boils
The polevik lure people into the fields and either give them a disease or trample them with horses.
The grass was silent,
Then, they appeared behind him,
Little men, laughing...
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He knew what that meant,
Soon, their horses were coming,
To claim a victim... 😎
Cries for help are heard,
deep within the fields at dusk
I rush toward them.
I call out searching,
going deeper into the dark
"Where are you? I'm here!"
I stumble and fall,
dead things lay all around me,
I cry out for help.