The transition from light to dark,
with trepidation, the floor I mark.
My feet creep through,
with a sense of impending doom.

I then decide to devise a plan
to get out of there as fast as I can.
Up the basement stairs, concrete, new,
making a move I knew I'd rue.

The basement monster finds me, grabs me!
Strangling, losing vitality...
My neck, now as thin as a Popsicle,
oh, woe, how could my end be so whimsical?

My fingers, twitching, reach up to grab something veritable,
some matted fur, perhaps, of course nothing personable.
I feel his coarse wire fur,
his dexterous hands find my vocal chords.

Oh why, oh why did I go?
Down to the basement, and below?
I engross myself in these thoughts as I slowly go...

I can't ferret my way out of this,
under the hairy, clenched fist.
Why choose me? I think and cough,
the rising abyss to which I fall is not something at which to scoff.