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

Copyright © Paul Gerwin | Year Posted 2019

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