Tumultuous Times

The toad sits
Upon it's throne
One eye black
One eye blue
Glaring
At all who
Dare approach
The timid
Slowly making way
As the brave
Are captured
By a wicked tongue
Gobbled up
And swallowed whole
Death in vain
As the shy ones
Within grasping distance
Would never dare
To steal the crown
Lest thy prove
To be little more than
Flies in body
Rather than
Flies in soul.