Soft, yet piercing, the pupils did stare To whom they belonged I could not tell I lie on my back, cast in a spell; What world is this which lives in the air?

On this green earth I rest safe in hand Watching the world above me take form When out from a veil the sun shone warm The sky bound realm now shifting like sand

Those cold grey eyes with lids closing tight Turned towards the light, with qui...

As I was resting the rusted, iron key in my hutch of "oddities" in the living room, I noticed a small etching on the side of the key I didn't notice before. I slowly turned the key side to side and as I did the light of the hutch revealed a thin ethcing along the smooth cylindrical shaft. There was one word and a number: "Box 005"

I thought to myself this must have been someone's key to some so...