The Beholder
A simple request was made,
Little mouse.
Obey to the beholder.
Destroy,
What you were created
To destroy. Take,
What you are destined
to take.
The beholder waits,
For you to fulfill
Your purpose.
The Beholder too
Has a purpose.
To watch, to see.
To Observe of time
and decay. They knew
Of the mice
Running up the clock,
But they were unaware
Of the same critters
Turning the hands.
It is because of you
the wood rots,
the ground settles.
Do not stall,
It is not your place.
Dig the grave for time,
Dig the grave of the Beholder.