Wind Does Blow

Well it happens so the wind does blow
In the direction of the off key crow
Where watchful eyes do not prow
And the darkness is shallow now
For demonic beast
Look for a feast
Of simple fools
That are nothing but tools
In the darkness of the woods
You will find the hollow tree
Where the watchful eyes of nature looks
On to your impending doom
Your foolish pride
Get you killed
While on the battle field
Of life, you submit to its will
You will find yourself afraid to hide
In the purgatory of your mind.