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.