POEM: Make Your Own Monster [Villanelle]

There's something in the cave that one can't know.
It's scary, but still the mystery becomes
a force that pulls one like an undertow.

One first looks about for a rock to throw
to see if one can loosen the beast's tongue.
There's something in that cave that one can't know.

One baits the beast by moving to-and-fro -
an imagined sound triggers heart's PUM! PUM!
A force; it pulls one like an undertow.

At the cave's mouth there lands a big, black crow,
and now one 's sure the cave's depth must be plumbed.
There's something in the cave that one can't know.

Then one sees a red eye begin to glow -
the product of a mind that's overrun
by forces that pull it like an undertow.

Uh-oh, your mind 's the cave, that much I know,
and I hear nothing but a steady hum.
There's nothing in the cave that we can't know -
just fear that pulls one like an undertow.

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