Alas the key was invisible, hidden
And with that the thicket began to thicken.
Silver felt loathesome, led astray,
Lost in the twists along the way.
Her Dragonfly often flew onward,
Leaving Silver widely outnumbered.
Silver found she could no further ascend,
In fear of a future that she may offend.
Her Dragonfly went on but left it's voice,
Which screamed that Silver always had the choice.
Silver remained halted and remained still,
Haunted by the Dragonfly's changing will.
The screams became shouts, the shouts became murmurs
And soon the screams were reduced to mere whispers,
As an Angel tore nature's confines with compassion.
The pit was reduced to a fake, faulty concession.
Silver was awestruck with no known abandon,
She owed the Angel her only possession.
The Angel whisked Silver away to lands of gold,
The long lost key a perfect fit within her hold.
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Silver
PoetryOngoing conflicts depicted and conveyed in the form of poems. Their actual meaning and the story behind them, though, is up for interpretation.
