LOST KEYS

Beneath the wreckage of endless doubts,

That has specs of hope just itching to get out.

Coasting on the edge as the waves crash against the sand.

Watch it carefully as it creates the birth that started the band.

Waves of change can twirl around you so fast,

Fear will paralyze you, so keep moving, or the current will pull you past.

Spirits will glide through the water and tell you when it is time to jump ship.

Love yourself whole and be careful to make sure you don't slip.

Beneath the cool palms the shade gives you rest.

Let off steam but just know, tomorrow you need to perform at your best.

The contest holds true on every second moon.

The spirits occupy our space at night but the whole city will be here at noon.

Look for courage, strength, and power as they are the required tools.

Haha, but watch out because someone always tries to fool.

Wisdom, truth, respect are also intertwined,

Some are unable to hold them, as those powers are in the mind.

Rider 1 is up and the crowd cheers him on.

He approaches cocky and proud, which only shows he was a con.

Rider 2 silently scared, stands up and looks down.

The crowd is applauding but he is so nervous he can't make a sound.

Rider 3 is vigilant and he is stronger than an ox, but

Time and time again he shows that he is dumber than the rocks.

The last rider, rider 4, is nothing but a small farmer.

Little did we know, he had a mind made of armor.

The key is in the castle and up the stairs,

Will find the locket holds true but only if you dare.

The farmer of the town was told to pass the bullets and the hounds, and

He can get past them, but he can not make a sound.

Beware of the shadows the come alive with night, so

I would only venture in during the hours of daylight.

The front door creaks open and cobwebs cover your face.

The light in the hallway seems too much to embrace.

Up the stairs around the corner you must.

Faith will guide you but your mind will have to adjust.

Armor against his side, he travels up the stairs and past the bath,

The closet at the end of the hallway lights up in a flash.

He opens the door and is blinded by a light.

Minutes later he hears a voice calling pure delight,

“You found the key to the sources of the night.”

He holds the key tight to make sure it is real.

All he needs is the town thinking he would steal.

What do I do with such power?

For I am only a farmer who can make flour.

I am not a leader of any sort.

I’m just a common man who ships from the port.

Astonished is disbelief that I have the key

As I stand on the cliff looking out at the sea.

My heart is racing and my breathing becomes sharp, but

Warriors know that too much indulgence is only a tarp.

The key is a locket shaped like a heart and

Inside is a chance for a fresh new start.