he takes the room by storm,
a set of golden keys jangling in both hands,
he stroles up to me and opens my cage,
he has a thin neck which opens out to a wide rumbling gut,
his voice cuts through the air with a scream,
and then roles down to a grumble,
his padded body sways as he preaches,
and his pitch black skin glints in the light of the door out of the cell.
"Remember this".
he says,
"I was your Key out of here!"