This poem was the result...
Lying under a fallen leaf
A stray ember crisping its back
Was it just an accident?
Or was the key deliberately broken?
Keeping anyone from opening the hidden door again?
Not all of the treasures locked away were of value
Some could be deadly indeed
Kindling greed in those who saw them
Kindling ambition in those who fondled them
Kindling curiousity about what lies behind locked doors
That ember may be a spark
Forbidden passion kindling in someone
The leaf is a sign of the Autumn Court
Fae creatures lurking within the fall chill
Or perhaps it simply is coincidence
The leaf fluttering down to mark the broken key
Hiding it behind scarlet beauty
A reminder of the natural wonders of the world
No need to look behind closed doors for treasure
Treasure is all around you if you open your eyes
It awaits in the tiny flames dancing in the air
Signalling destruction, the crackle of hope
Or just the warmth kindled in the cold
Coloring the trees with foilage of crimson
Nature’s last burst of beauty before it withers
The Autumn Queen’s colours are scarlet and gold
Or so the legends like to gossip
It’s also said she herself turned the key loose on the world
Wanting to see what mischief it would make
What humans would go scrabbling for the door?
Who would be seduced by its golden gleam
Who would cower away in fear from the mysterious gift?
Not trusting its alluring glitter, its promise of opened doors
For once you use the key to unlock its paired door, you cannot linger on the threshold
You must cross, no matter what the consequences
Secret treasures have steep prices, as do keys
Recipients of both never return with all of themselves
For crossing the threshold loosens a little of your soul
Leaving it on the other side of the door
To transform into part of the forbidden horde.
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