The
dungeon Downstairs in the basement he lives his life and comes up for his meals
Day in and day out he listens
to the mice and wonders where they come from
It’s quiet down there, nobody ever comes for fear that the mice will turn into monsters
The water drips and the mice drink and he is awaken from slumber to fix the leak
What a pathetic soul, he cares more about the mice and removes the traps
No one ever
wondered were they went, it’s assumed they ran away leak or not
The days are long, time is still, the memories of his soul long for dance in the rain
The leaks are gone, the mice also, he wondered what other surprises
will revitalize his life; what a dreary life the guy in the dungeon