In which it's been a week since I posted, and I should be in bed but I'm posting my latest poem

I hold in my hand a key;
To what, I do not know.
Pandora's box perhaps?
The floodgates of earth's sorrow?

For every key a lock.
For every lock, a secret.
My mystery is eluding me,
But I'll find it out and keep it.

The key is weighing heavy.
I approach a door in the air...
The lock, my key, a thrilling twist!
I'll enter, if I dare.

I'm of an ancient bloodline,
Among the queens I am.
My feet shall be the first to trod
Upon this virgin land.

Dusk approaches; fight or flight?
Which instinct to obey?
I'll stand my ground, key Truth in hand,
And I'll see the light of day.



Just one of my random late-night poems I thought I'd share with you guys. And now, I'm off to bed. :)