Watchful Eye

Circle slowly like the crows.
Whose beady eyes watch for throes.
Carrion to satiate growing hunger.
These things are worse when they’re younger.
For time teaches all who survive how to persist.
Rather than be swallowed up by impenetrable mist.
From which monsters often rear.
Ready to turn those who doubt into a smear.
A way back from which there is no hope.
It is a one way slippery slope.
Down toward the deepest dark.
Find yourself there and you’ll call it stark.
That contrast compared to where you were before.
Realms steeply laden with forgotten lore.
If walls could talk then this place would be loud.
Mercifully stone possess no such trait.
Yet do not believe this place to be dead.
Such a conclusion will see you fed…
To creatures of malevolent being.
Spying them will leave you reeling.
Wishing to be anywhere else at all.
As if they set you up then you shall fall.
Of that outcome you should have no doubt.
Their tenacity is not a thing they will flout.
Honed over generations just like resilience from crows.
But vultures circling means your life will now close.