Locked Door

 

Rotting, infested with wood-munchers

Double deadbolt

No cracks to peer through

None but for a tiny keyhole

 

I peer through my peer

I see a glowing dancer

Huddled, crying in fetal position

Drowning in Draft, bleeding from the pain

 

A sledgehammer will not budge it

A crowbar can not wedge it

A ram shall not remove it

And a torch has not seared it

 

But there is a key

Locked in a box, locked in a box

This dull, rusted, and unknown golden silver

Remains lost

 

If I do not uncover this key,

then I fear no one ever will.

 

If I fail, then the box will be buried forever