Flajella the skin

A foggy, shady, tepid day
among the Timber forest
when once was heard a weeping noise
a ghostly, somber chorus.
The people of the town then wanted to investigate,
but the priest of Timberhill
warned them not to tempt the fate.
still yet a group of two young men
departed from the town,
they heard the wretched wail when it
reverberated down.
They took their pitchforks tightly held
with slightly shaken grip.
past the timber brooks and streams
where brackish water drips.
The the timber swamp holds many secrets,
spirits, monsters, beasts,
the citizens ignore the things
and leave them to the priest.
But as the lads then neared the place
the weeping first began,
they were enveloped by a fear
and turned back round and ran.
For as they gazed across the way,
they saw a slouching figure
A sight so strange to make them
wish that they could pull a trigger.
It was a sagging, wrinkling shape
the tone of which was pale.
the stretched and then contorted limbs
were thin and very frail.
the face had two dark wholes in it
Instead of peering eyes
And not a mouth or nose was seen
to issue forth the cries.
And no muscle was inside the thing
nor bones and blood and bile
no skull supported deep inside
the creature's long profile.
But in the end, we ask ourselves,
is strangeness such a sin?
And thus ending the fable
the one of Flajella the skin.