Come with me, the tormentor told him.
Experience life in a multitude of facets.
Take my hand, and forget your problems.

In time, the sinister fiend’s grip became
unbearably tight.  He begged his nemesis
to release him, but got laughter in his face.

Being dragged down into the bowels
of the earth, this was far from his expectations
of life.  He reached his lowest extremity.

He searched for another hand to clasp,
one that offered hope, not judgment.
His only place to look was up.