Skin walkers
A powerful shaman once was I.
Betrayer of bonds I once held true.
Forbidden rituals I defy,
full of evils I must do.
Into creatures I can change,
with all-too-human eyes.
If you come in my range,
Then you are sure to die.
If you are alone at night,
and we should meet.
Your unbridled fright
will be your defeat.
I can bring woe on you.
Magic will fill the air.
You are powerless to what I do.
I bring on you dark despair.
My darkness will consume,
there is no way you can escape.
For you will meet your doom,
and your life force I will take.
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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