The transformation of the butterfly occurs in reverse.
Beauty eaten abruptly from the ancient worm.
Wearing sharp shards,
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 a 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 a shape shifter.

On the ruins of a ghostly projection echoes the lust for life.
An ancient purgatory for the sinister.

Shape Shifter+

The transformation of the butterfly occurs in reverse.
Beauty eaten abruptly from the ancient worm.
Wearing sharp shards,
stolen from scattered, broken mirrors,
as a cloak to cover me