The turtle moves - through space it crawls. From off the edge, a wizard falls. From hag-strewn hills to citied plains, gods aren't worshipped; they are blamed. If you travel here, beware! A chest may eat your underwear.

I sound a bit like what a Wayward Son is bid to do A group of feathered fiends encircle high, and more accrue With lazy patience, hunting that which cannot even flee When nature sets the table for a feast composed of me

A crow, a raven, a corvid, I clad them all. Under the ground, under the sea, 
beyond the space, I'm all you can see.

I loosen locks though none may see, I fatten dust where gold would be. I steal the shine, the youth, the play Name the thief that ends the day.

I'm part of flowing water Representative of change being Pythagorean in shape doesn't make me falter