Keys

The key specter, Telemanen, walks through worlds
trailing the sounds of chimes behind it.

It has no will to be silent
though it rarely uses words.
For it is chained to its loneliness and hope.

Draped in innumerable metal links,
the keys it seeks have become its armor
its lips and teeth.

Each discarded piece of manmade metal
may hold the power to send it home,
to a world that's remained hidden for millennia.
So with every footfall
its choice is clear.
To collect every key that falls in its path
and use them to cross the dimensional barriers.

One day
it will find its way to the sweet embrace of home.
Nothing will halt this task.