"FIEND OF THE MIND"
Ben Steen © 1991
(I wrote Fiend of the Mind Sept.1991 for a Halloween play)
Isn't it funny how a tiny noise can turn into a monster,
in the dark!

THE EERIE SOUND OF WIND,
WHISTLING THROUGH THE CRACKS,
GAVE WAY TO THE TINGLY FEEL,
OF SOMETHING CRAWLING UP MY BACK.

IT FELT LIKE SPINY FINGERNAIL,
AND SKIN OF SLIMY GREEN,
I KNEW IF I TURNED AROUND,
I WOULD SEE AN EVIL FIEND.

MY MIND HAD TAKEN ME,
TO THE OUTER LIMITS OF HELL,
GOOSEBUMPS ROSE ON MY ARMS AND LEGS,
AND MY CHEST WAS COVERED AS WELL.

HAIR STOOD ON THE BACK OF NECK,
MY BODY TREMBLED IN FRIGHT,
I WANTED TO RUN BUT COULDN'T MOVE,
FROM THE THING IN THE NIGHT.

THE FIEND REACHED OUT AND GRABBED MY BACK,
I FELT IT PIERCE MY SHIRT,
HOLES WERE RIPPED BY THE SPINY CLAWS,
AS I STARTED WITH A JERK.

OVER MY SHOULDER AT CERTAIN DEATH,
I BLINKED MY EYES IN A HUSH,
AT SHREDS OF MY SHIRT IN THE SPINY GRASP,
OF A BEAUTIFUL ROSEBUSH.
Ben Steen copyright 1991