Wednesday 18 April 2012

The Key

The Key
by Nick Gisburne

Stolen by a murdered thief
Lost in centuries of grief
Deep within a burning tree
Lies the sacred, secret key

Taken by a crippled hand
To a barren, broken land
Here, in cities paved with pain
Live the shadows of the slain

Locked behind the darkest door
Memories of plague and war
From these torments none are free
Death alone can turn the key