The Beast of Briarwood

"I am the oaken fingers 

scratching on your sill.

I am the mangy beast

howling in the mist."

Hear the shriek,

Rustling leaves.

Thorn fingers,

Spiny pelt."

Pray thee leave,

the comfort of your home

step out the door,

leave this place."

Lock your door,

lest they come

Take you away,

to their bramble lands."

- Extract from The Briarwood Epithet

A badly-written poem, for flavour and context! 'Twas inspired by the designs of New 52 Swamp Thing in Issue #25 of his own comic, along with some werewolf designs and cooked-up lore I had lying around. Used a 4-colour palette (blending notwithstanding) for the entirety of the image.