2 June 2012
In the dark her eyes shone, as pure as moonlight, Within her small pale hands, she held tight; A silver locket, covered in twining swirls, And on the face, lay three crystal pearls.
Her mother's gift, though it was much more, For sealed inside there was a door, The opening to a world far better than here, One pearl glistened, the key was near...
The girl knew that this secret was true, So she searched for days- far more than a few, In the hope that it was the right direction, And once found, she would be welcomed without rejection.
Her mother's gift, though it was much more, For sealed inside there was a door, The opening to a world far better than here, One pearl glistened, the key was near...
Past the dark and haunted caves, Through the dreadful rows of graves, Among the black moss she weeped, But carried on though the path was steep.
Her mother's gift, though it was much more, For sealed inside there was a door, The opening to a world far better than here, One pearl glistened, the key was near...
At last, a sight she had dreamt to see, The peals sang in harmony, Showed her to the key in the old tree, The key couldn't have fit more perfectly.
At once she was consumed in a swirl of smoke, Too thick to inhale, she began to choke, 'You have lived in search of a world you would more prefer, Perhaps your not as deserving as I thought you were...'
The Key In The Old Tree • Opuss № I