The Skeleton Key

Wrought liquid metal, hued in the fire's of hell, Pored into a castings shell, then hammered well, By the angry fists of Satan himself, behold the skeleton key. Accursed by evil's malevolent spell, one size fits all, No locked doors can resist against its turnings twist, Opening unto the supernatural's mystical power, and unlocking Humanity's hidden passages and darkest corridors, Leaving no secrets left unspoken or in silence. Crimson blood spewing forth from corrupted key holes, oozing Downwards unto the floor below, staining ancient Tapestries of the royal gentries, and the upper classes refined. Skull to the cross bones, it possesses a will of its own, A vile living entity, with its own consciousness. Molding, reshaping itself at pleasures dark whim, Feasting on hatred's malice, then releasing it unto the world Of men. A twisted wanton thing, laughing with intentions cruelties, And relishing in our agonies pain. But *****sapiens are a curious species, never realizing when to Leave things well enough a lone. We must know what lies beyond that forbidden Door, where mankind is not allowed to trespass. In these dark places of shadows ethereal, it rocks in a fetal Ball, a creature, waiting to be disturbed, go then seek what lurks therein, If you dare, only the key knows what it really is, and it laughs, At our ignorance, mocking us in the darkness. Four it is the beast, chained and shackled within our worst Nightmares, a fierce devilish demon, that pierces through the Darkest of night, to hunt the innocent souls of wayward men. You've have ventured to far, beyond thy safety zone of no return. Four death lies in those reddened eyes that watch you within The darkness. If you move it will attack, motions movements attracts Attentions reactions, so remain frozen there is no safety's retreat Thou'art trapped, again the key so laughs in the abyss, Mocking at humanity's ignorance. Shaking with anticipations glee, it begs the next User to place it into the key hole, of the unknown, come along Now what can it hurt, just one little peek, let’s look beyond the crimson Door, as the skeleton key heckles with unbridled happiness. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN