Fish and fishermen love to have it, mastering it is a common habit.

My gaze is deadly, my hair’s alive, One look at me, you won’t survive. Who am I, feared across the lands, With fate controlled by mortal hands?

I’m secretly watching, providing an ear. Legends say I’ve made way to a giant’s frontier.

I'm a drummer with a red cap, with a black body and white face; you may see me in trees

In autumn's chill, a fiery grin, Carved visage with a candle within, Guardian of the autumn night, Flickers softly, casting light.