Shapeshifters
Like dank & dreary ectoplasm, rolling through the hills,
Shapeshifters crawl valley floors, contorting all their skills.
A clear view scene becomes erased, its softened lines rubbed, blurry,
Each featured definition fades, as focus turns to furry.
Feel clinging mist and lifeless fog enrobing cool, bare skin,
Sense its dense breath stroking cheeks & dampening your chin.
Traipse betwixt the writhing forms, cascading through the gloom,
Where ghostly apparitions fade & tortured spirits bloom.
