I follow your habits but never speak, I judge all your choices, and never peek. I catch your mistakes and remind you of pain, Ignore me too long and you’ll do it again.

I’m cold and I wait, with patience untold, I visit the living but speak only to the old. I come for all, yet you rarely see me near, I take what’s yours, then disappear.

I can stand weighted down for hours, but I cannot walk. People use me to dry.

A shot in the dark, when formed without proof. An answer or theory, that's plausibly true...and you might take one now, without needing a clue.

My first four are a bird that gathers for a murder. Add the last letter and I am now fit for a king.