Shape shifting boggart do your worst
Black blob lurking in black night.
You know my fears; I am undone.
Out of nothing haunting presence comes.
In dark recesses of the forest trees
You join the woodland sprite
Tempting travellers into magic glen
So you can watch as the souls of men
Become the whispers of the branches
Moving imperceptibly, touching at last
Like bony fingers reaching out to grasp
The essence of the wondrous creatures.
The ripples of their disappearing souls
Twisting and turning into streams of light
Bring out the fairies and the elves
In awe of souls illuminating night.