In His Dungeon

My heart sank into a sea of despair. The chains that bind me, Twist and knot cutting into my wrist. In his dungeon, He finds his only peace. Holes in his walls, How many, no one knows, Depict what once was, that is. Rusty bars in his window, Let in what little light escapes the Sun. Torture a welcome relief, From his man made hell. In his dungeon, She enters cautiously, But wanting, Wanting what is there to be found. But finding only what is left of a man. How could this be? He remembers times, When he could enjoy life, A life that is all but over. Questions, with no answers, Answers of years past, Of questions long forgotten. She only wants to please him, To free him from his torment, But is it too late? In his dungeon, There is his only fate,