Vowel Movement

Somewhere, something eldritch slouches this way.
You know its name; but are afraid to say.

Though, fear must be damned; for, you still must see.
What went round came round; it’s waiting for thee.

Held breath, for silence, breaks safe with a sigh.
The horror’s thrown off; but still lingers by.

You’re shallowly panting; waiting to go.
You shoot for safety; but already know.

The air itself holds a chemical clue.
You did your best; but about to be slew.

Remember your wings & take to the sky.
It’s such a relief we can sometimes fly.