The Mystery Of The Key

See, there's an old key here. 'Is it useless? ' Did it lead to somewhere quite glamorous? 'Who can tell? ' Look around. What did it fit? Such secrets withheld evidence, not omit. Ah, it's captivating. 'I here do admit.' Could it have opened the gates to a palace? 'It could have; it's sure heavy enough, I guess. 'Could it have unlocked some jailor's handcuffs? ' Or been used as a skeleton key by assassins: 'Slow your horses' (Hercule Poirot) don't digress. Pick it up and hold it up to the light; Does it have any markings, 'words, or numbers? ' No, none that I can see or discover. Then followed a hushed silence; the air was sombre. Aa a hand rises from the subsoil like clarified butter.