The Stinger Poem by S.W. Clark

It was a whisper heard as I lied alone in darkness cold.
A voice,
wicked, raspy, old.
'Ah sting such a one as thee,
Ah sting such a one.'
I feared to move, hiding under covers,
hoping it would pass.
May it find another lonely soul
and to them may it harass.
'Such a one as thee, Ah sting!
as thee Ah sting! '
Then I heard no more and opened the covers,
surely a dream.
How real my imagination does seem!
And closing my eyes
lying in the silence of my room,
the voice filled my ears again.
'Ah sting dat flesh and disturb thee
Ah sting dat flesh,
And makes me meal with blood and bone
Ah sting for blood and bone.'
I yelled aloud for it pinched my leg
and quickly I moved away.
Then I jumped out of the bed
after a stab in my back
and in pain I swore it would pay!
I turned on the lamp and peered at my bed,
and seen something move under the cover,
then taking the corner
gently by hand
I quietly moved it over.
In horror I viewed that Stinger beast
that pestered me in the night,
with fangs, a stinger and pincher claws,
with all it did prick and bite.
'Ah Sting you fool and make you bleed
and feast throughout the night! ! '
It jumped towards me in a frightening squeal,
but I dove to the side in a hurry.
I grabbed my shoe and looked at the floor,
just in time to see it scurry.
It went inside a little hole
carved within the wall.
I threw my shoe and yelled, 'Go Away! '
but how it laughed with gall.
I packed my things and moved away
and swore I would never return.
For confronting Evil alone and afraid,
is a lesson I never want to learn.