• Amidst the chilling breeze and smoky haze-
    It lies upon a wooden floor.
    Chains cover its fragile shape.
    If you look closely, you will see no cracks,
    For it's not broken.
    If you listen closely, you will hear no beating,
    For it is silent- not by choice,
    But by force.
    And if you tap it just a bit,
    You will hear the hollow sound of autumn
    And the empty sound of winter,
    For this oddly shaped center
    Has been damaged beyond repair-
    Here's the key; unlock it if you dare. heart