Skeleton Keys

I live in a house of light.

jangling past as I March

through dark corridors,

I Pray for the ones

That lost All meaning,

So knowing the place

from alone they came.  

Most are Anymore than cold.

Though some will

remain the same.

None that I Hold  

with this Ring

of keys,

Keys of gold.

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