Dark Chronicle 1: The Miracle Key

My heart is a dark and ancient book with a thick and stubborn lock.

Its timeworn pages are eternally inscribed with my secrets,

My hopes,

My fears,

My dreams,

My passions,

          And everything I hold near and dear to me.

The Book is sealed inside a chest and buried deep in the hard ground, hidden in a vast, dark forest filled with many traps and dangers.

          The forest is sequestered in a never-ending valley distended with many forests.

Your only clue to finding my Book is it is in a place where the polluted light of the world can never touch it.

Never taint it.

          A place where the world can never lay its evil eyes on the words inscribed on those bloody pages.

The Key hangs around my spiritual neck on a silver chain, where my spirit stands guard in a thick forest filled with its own traps and dangers on earth’s astral plane.

Very few have ever found that dark forest, and even fewer have even seen the key.

          But no one on earth has ever gotten the Book.

And no one ever will.

Almost all that have tried have

Either grown tired and given up,

          Gotten lost in the seemingly endless darkness,

                   Or have died trying.

Only three have seen inside that dark book;

          The Morning Star,

                   My characters,

                             And myself.

They are the only ones that have gotten the key. The Miracle Key.

          Why is it called the Miracle Key you ask?

                   Because it takes more than an extraordinary miracle to get it.

I will fight to the death to keep it safe.

And I won’t go down easy.

Author's Note

Part of the Dark Chronicles. Emotional poems.

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[She With Eyes Like Unsh..]

Wonderful job, yet again! You go girl!