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Dust lies undisturbed
Rust settles on the chest
Yet it appears perturbed
Inside, mayhem aches to rest.
Towards the trunk, she stumbles
Charmed by its antiquity
As she nears it, thunder rumbles
But she is urged forward by curiosity.
The lock is broken
Yet the chest looks regal
The child within her has woken
Flying ahead like a seagull.
Shivers pace her veins
As her fingers trace the iron handle
Her imagination has liberated from chains
And hope is lit, bright as a candle.
Hesitation greets her with belligerence
Overwhelmed, she fears what lies inside
Paranoia clashes with indignance
Battle compels her to choose a side.
Years of experience make her paranoid
Coerces her to expect the worst
She is afraid to fall into the void
Afraid to be consumed by thirst.
Yet the child envisions wonders hidden
Visions that perplex the sane
A dream which was forbidden
Amongst the mountains and the rain.
Selfish as she has been
She still craves to see it all
Her eyes covered by a sheen
Curiosity has won the brawl.
As she opens the cracked lid
Two broken things make contact
This is where the Unknown hid
And yet the chest has remained intact.
As hope, we rise
As dust and shadows, we fall
Just as a baby cries
And the dead answer its call.
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