A warrning

And as that voice,
Of Him grew stronger,
Everything took,
A little longer,
Curiosity met,
Many a catkind,
Some of which,
Had Eastward hunger.
And so their mind,
Found a voice in me,
"Travel East,
And we shall see".
But the rumour,
Of the beast was growing,
Ashmeth, and,
Her forest knowing,
Many had rested,
But in vain,
In her forest,
To find no gain,
And no one knew,
Who she was,
There was no news,
Of her cause,
But all who met her,
Spoke but naught,
In spiders' webs,
They were caught.
And so there was,
No information,
No guidance,
No inspiration,
We all just knew,
Of the beast,
Who ate those souls,
Who travel East.