Master's Key Poem by Blanche Hardin

Fixed Into Lies That Won't Survive The Truth,
Incorporated Into Wisdom; Of Age Searching For Youth.
The Secrets That Were Kept Away For Good,
Tales Of That Spoke Of Fortune For Only Fools Could've Understood.
Where Corpses Rott And Blood Boiled,
Plots Planned And Love Spoiled.
What Place Can Reek Of This Crude Stench,
Blood Covered Bodies And Memory Left Drenched.
Locked Away With The Master's Key,
For No LIVING Soul Will Ever See.