he is an amalgous being made of bleached bones, morphed and melted into a vaguely human shape, with eyes that seep the light from the environment around him, he eats human teeth to regain semblance of his form, since he is made of bone he uses the nutrients to repair any damages done to him, since he is always decaying.
the crumbling man eats your teeth and drinks your eyes,
in the shadows waiting lies,
a certain man his bone a guise,
of weakness searching, your demise.
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2 million.