The bodach Ouroboros

Shadows that move, Shadows that utter indistinguishable sounds
they crawl across misshapen floors that morph them into a twisted beast
Which skulks in the night, they take roads obscured to all but hounds

Dogs are flung into flustered mayhem that to human eyes are beyond all expounds
Of science as the Bodach touch our realm; by light nor night do they become deceased.
Shadows that move, Shadows that utter indistinguishable sounds,

Seen not by their black form in darkness but by their touch in the worlds grounds
Yet ever does their voice murmur and the air catch a lick of their scent, a hellish priest
Which skulks in the night, they take roads obscured to all but hounds

The Bodach are searching, ever searching within their enshrined bounds
For what none can say, for those who claim to have seen them are deceased.
Shadows that move, Shadows that utter indistinguishable sounds

They latch onto to you and deceive, they toy at your mind until you sound like circus clowns
To all who might listen to your babbling, all everyone sees is a devil that sucks on yeast
Which skulks in the night, they take roads obscured to all but hounds

You travel the common paths, predictability your enemy and by car you are taken to hell hounds,
In their ingenious shifts they have brought your death, now you too are a hellish beast.
Shadows that move, Shadows that utter indistinguishable sounds
That skulks in the night, they take roads obscured to all but hounds.