The transformation of the butterfly occurs in reverse
Beauty eaten abruptly from the ancient worm
Wearing sharp shard
Stolen from scattered
Broken mirrors
As a cloak to cover me
My strange images
nest as birds to the hearts of men
And as birds fly away
Taking their thoughts into oblivion
Disintegrating the elemental bonds
I obtain the rapture of the chameleon
When I become enraged
With the frenzy of the wolf on the hunt
I am the most cherished child of fear
Armed with fangs deadly like daggers
I am an adept on the skills of murder
I am the shape shifter
On the ruins of a ghostly projection
echoes the lust for life
An ancient purgatory for the sinister
Shape shifter

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