The Lost Key
In a grand manor, adorned with gold, a thief did sneak, a story told.
Five hidden chambers, treasures untold, but only one key, a secret to hold.
The first chamber gleamed, with jewels aglow, but the key fit not, a frustrating blow.
The second boasted tapestries rare, yet the key found no purchase there.
In the third, books lined the shelf, wisdom untold, but the key offered no help.
The fourth, with instruments of song, the key remained stubbornly wrong.
Finally, the fifth, a garden grand, where the key, at last, fit in hand.
But what treasure did it hold so dear? Not jewels nor gold, but knowledge clear.
