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The Fiend

There surely are monsters Quite evil beasts I see them roaming The woods and the streets Killing too often Placing foul marks Round their small world A wicked hallmark Nobody wants them Always chased and harassed They’ve learned how to be Careful and fast Should one venture Onto unfamiliar lots Chances are many They'll be beaten or shot So in the shadows Mostly they creep Growing more wild Disrupting our sleep Encountering others Of their same kind They leave their numerous Multiples behind One of these droppings Is the cause of my notice That more of the evil Was now amongst us Tho tiny and harmless With positive potential I knew that it’s darkness Was most existential But I could not contain My curious nature And allowed myself A most dangerous venture Let’s see what happens When one is not free So I placed my small prisoner Into studied captivity Ha! As I suspected The creature now spoke Informing me thus That the Demon had woke The sound that it made Was both simple and frightening Yet simultaneously Somewhat delightful Don’t listen! I warned To my weakening brain That sound is a weapon Then I heard it again Little more than a squeak A weak tiny cry The mistake that I made Was to look in it’s eyes Hypnotic black orbs That reached to my soul And pulled me into A deadly black hole And now it is done Damned to temptation Curiosity settled I’ve lost my life's station Yes, I am the loser This fiend is the winner Now it’s time once again To make the Cat’s dinner

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