31 July 2012
I steal into the chamber in the depths of this place, My eyes adjust and I'm shocked by what I see. The caged room of my grandfather's house The ceiling strung with a hundred keys.
I creep in, quietly, and I gaze above, Rusted, broken, held in rings, Sixty candles circled with keys, Glinting, golden, suspended on strings.
I whip round, blinking, in the dark And see the room is lined with cages. Padlocks, filmed with coats of grime, They must have been abandoned through the ages.
I spy it, my goal! In the farthest cage My heart falls when I see the locks... Head count... Sixteen padlocks, silver, Enclosed in a solid crystal box.
I spend hours searching every key, Just to open the crystal case. I'll never save my sister's life And I'll never leave this forbidden space.
Cages • Opuss № I