The Riddle of the Keys

On a day like any other Two keys were found One delicate and fine The other, heavy and of an old design The Castle had no locks on its doors They were protected by Faerie magick The keys were very old No one knew what they were used for Was this set an earlier time? When such things protected treasures, from covetous eyes? When such things were locked up pleasures? A key, delicate and fine Perhaps for a Queen A key of iron Made for a King? To hide something? To find a door? In which to place a key To find a lock Perhaps this is what it is for? The keys were special too An intricate design It took the Princess of Magic sometime To discover the clue When is a key not a key? When the keys are made fit together Two keys become one A map of the heart could be seen In the Great Hall Was a small hollow High on the South Wall The keys entwined Was this the place to find The keys fitted perfectly One key cannot exist Without the other Such is nature The trees The gentle rain Once in the Great Hall The true purpose of the keys Was revealed to all A gold key Delicate and fine... Is love... Is sunshine... An iron key, Heavy in the heart Heavy to bear Remorseful The pieces, fitted perfectly