face like a tree, skin like the sea, a great beast I be, yet vermin frighten me.

A delicate potion from nature afar, I spend my life trapped away in a jar. When released, your neck feels the touch of my breath. I cling to you, then fade away to my death.

Alive as you but without breath, cold in live as if in death, never a thirst but always drink, covers in mail but never a clink

I have a long body, but I do not have legs. I am known for my electric abilities.

From ancient eras have I stayed, ever roaming my murky glade. Neath murk and mire, I aim to scare. On rounded snout, my nostrils flare. Beware my wide and vicious smile. You will not see me after a while.