Blind Summit (for Michaels road sign thread)

Oh that mountain I did climb
When I reached the top what did I find
A bunch of men without any eyes
Chewing on flesh of those who climbed

One wrinkles his nose and pics up my scent
"Oh" he says "we have a treat"
"Let's get him boys"
"We have fresh meat"

As one they turn
and face my way
Those hollow sockets
Like murky graves

I run at spread to find my rope
A quick descent my only hope
I launch into the air and start to drop
Praying the grapple catches rock

The rope cracks taught
As hooks take a hold
Then I quickly abseil
To the floor below

I drive a sign into the ground
So other souls don't plummet
Be aware climbers one and all
Blind summit