I Chameleon

I am a glimmering form
without one true form
Existing I hide
Without existence I hunt
Forever changing and bending
Within windows of time.
Deliberate or undeliberate
A presence draws near
Free from threat, yet
my intention is clear.
Defending and surviving
Within the fabric of time.
My colours remain hidden
So that I can't be undone
For now I remain
The Chameleon