Surreptitiously, this selkie, will unfold the dark
Hidden, as a shade, but it's unmistakably stark
A chameleonic manipulator, of a reality twister
Preying on sanity, is the shadowy shapeshifter
Elusive and unseen, if it's abroad, then it's near
Somewhere close by, waiting to feed on a fear
Harbouring depravity, the camouflaged stalker
Is a malevolent, monstrosity, and a skin-walker
Flesh and soul will crawl, when the hackles rise
The sure sign, of its presence, for those unwise
Enshrouded, it may feign to be a familiar figure
Reanimated tho', and it will be insanity's trigger
