Surreptitiously, this creature, unfolds the dark
Hidden as a shade, but it's unmistakably stark
A chameleonic manipulator, or a reality twister
Preying on sanity, is the shadowy shapeshifter
Elusive, or unseen, if it is 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
Ensconced it might feign to be a familiar figure
Reanimated tho', it'll turn into, insanity's trigger
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