There was a time When a boy lived In a home of keys He had a key for every situation One day, a man approached Asking him, how do I live with my wife The boy searches for a key He finds a flower crested one And says, this shall placate your wife Let me warn you, however At the full moon The key disappears And so does its magic The man goes back Tells his wife Look at this beautiful ornate thing The wife says this is perfect For now we can be the best of lovers The husband delighted with his purchase Waits for the full moon Wondering why a key With such lasting happiness Should have temporary power The full moon approaches The wife is always toying with the key This worries the husband But, he allays his concerns Thinking, his wife will not mind a bit For now, let him enjoy her company And he had been getting plump lately When the full moon arrives The wife seems pale The husband now understands That it was the key to her heart Now the magic had died With it came sorrow As the key vanished She locked away her joys Forever, in her heart The flower never blossomed again
A short story in the form of a fable. I hope you enjoy my creative side.