The Forgotten Key

An old key, worn and rusted,
Lies in the corner, lost and trusted.
Its teeth once turned in doors of old,
Now silent, in the dark, grown cold.

A relic of a past unseen,
Its purpose faded, quiet, serene.
What secrets did it guard before?
Now tangled in the dust of yore.

In time, it’s forgotten, out of place,
A whisper of a long-lost space.
Yet still it rests with patient grace,
Waiting for its door to embrace.