In the foggy forest where shadows blend
Skinwalkers' whispers the trees they bend
Shapes shifting swiftly tales they unfold
Craving for hikers their stories retold
Mr Shifty Shapely with a sigh so deep
Misses the mimicry the secrets they keep
Trails now silent no footsteps to chase
In the eerie silence they long for the taste
Skinwalkers demand return to the trail
Echoes of laughter in the mist they wail
Mimicking and tasting the thrill they seek
In the heart of the forest the shadows speak
Enticing signs whisper of encounters so grand
Life-changing moments in the skinwalkers' land
Shape-Shifter's Summit a call to the bold
Where fear meets excitement in stories retold
Culinary delights with a hint of dread
Hiker's fear and adrenaline the flavors they spread
No other diet can ever compare
To the taste of terror lingering in the air
Skinwalkers demand return to the trail
Echoes of laughter in the mist they wail
Mimicking and tasting the thrill they seek
In the heart of the forest the shadows speak