Humans;
Shape shifters
Logs or rafters in a loft
Creepy crawlers with shells, or soft
Darkness, light, it’s your call
Dim or bright is not all
Brazen or discreet
Bright or bleak
Honest or cheat
Nobody ever knows the true creed
So drift like leaves
Or be a tree
Kill the shadow
Of the shape shifting beast
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