The Last Dark Magic of the Keys

The time is now, you said, let it be done I come to cause you one last piece of pain You chose a day in summer when the rain Fell soft upon the road like private tears To work the last dark magic of the keys There was a time, and not so long ago I held your key like Smegal held the Ring As if the holding of it meant some thing Some plastic crucifix, some rabbit’s foot Some lucky anchor in the wild seas The time has come, you say, for you and me To stand before each other one more time In some symbolic moment quite sublime Where I shall fall before you like the rain Like some dead broken rose, upon my knees There was a time, not very long ago You had the key to me, and to my door But all your rights to me you have forswore And I shall fain deny you this last wish To see my tears, and your dark purpose please For now the time is mine, so come, and go Come find your key beneath my Welcome mat Beneath a grey rock under gaslight sat Before a door forever locked to thee For I have for mine own heart mine own key © Gail Foster 2016