Metamorphasis

It sheds its skin in the deep dark cold.
To distract from its form of old
Emerging to shadows, its purpose anew
Leaving behind its rotting sinew.
To hunt, to haunt, to spread great fear
Its malevolent purpose is made quite clear.
Feeding on our doubt and guilt
Creating chaos in the world we’ve built
With progress, technology, unending pace.
But what’s the prize to win this race?
More notably, what is the cost?
What earthly virtues have been lost?
For when this creature comes for you
Will you be able to see it true?
The putrid carapace it left behind
Replaced by false beauty, you will find.
Pray you see before it’s too late
And you’re left to your impending fate.