The Chest

Amongst the cobwebs and spiders

in the attic long lost

tucked into the corner

an old worn black chest lives

Covered in etchings

spirals and scratches

out of place

maybe out of time

On the dusty floor

no footprints

on the floor around the chest

not a speck of dust

An old lightbulb

creates a dull shimmering light

The chest radiating light

observes

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