Skeletal Keys

Long ago, before minds had been inundated with toxic food and telemetry, Ghosts gathered in the night to dance beneath the moon, With the fairies and nymphs who once hid in the trees and wind. They were locked away with skeletal keys, Calcified by fluoride and washed away by wireless frequencies. Now air is empty of spirit, filled only with facsimile fumes, Spread across the horizon for silly games and mindless matters. Until we can see the souls who once danced in the breeze, We'll be locked in thick heads until we break the skeleton keys.