Through the alley in this horrific night
A few footsteps were made, were made
And you’re closing on them
They fade, they fade away
Once you get there, there is nothing to see
Simplicity of walls
But on a ground – a key.
Picks it up, curiosity asks: “What for?”
Turns around, but there’s no door
A skull-shaped key, bound to some lock
“Maybe it’s hidden on these walls.”
Starts to knock.
Knocks around, humble sound echoes through the alley
Simplicity of walls and nothing more
But on the south wall, there was a message:
“For the weary travelers, key is the passage.”
With frustration, there is no revelation
Stops and thinks, what does the message mean
To unlock the passage, your eye must be keen,
Your heart must be pure and your soul must be clean.
Tired and angry, turns to leave
But shadow from the wall
Simplicity no more
Grabs him for a sleeve and pulls to Nevermore
A sound like a rock falling free
On the ground – a key.