Keys Poem by Wiley Wildcard

Locks and chests doors to rooms;
The eerie feel of a mystery looms.
They dangle and hang from individual trees
Keys keys the ringing of keys.

Lost and trapped alone I scream;
A cell is locked it feels like a dream.
The wind blows a sudden chill to my knees.
Keys keys the tinkling of keys.

A door opens and light shines in sudden chill;
An executioner stands by ready to kill.
My neck feels the hard wood I feel ready to freeze;
At the sight of keys keys twinkling keys.