Demonology vol. 2

The stairs never seemed to end,

Winding down to who knew what.

The quivering would not leave my hands,

After I heard the stories of what he had done.

Why, why me, I thought.

Why was I sent?

The tray shook as I stepped into the dungeon,

A veritable void, a hole within a hole.

A beast, I thought I would find,

Ferocious, rabid, malcontent.

But all the lantern revealed

Were eyes of warmth and longing.

 

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