The Attic

Look, i dont show this to everyone
 You mustn't never tell anyone
 If you go up there
 show no fear don't ever run
 Up those stairs if you're ready then come
 And take these keys
 The first unlocks the door
 The second the loft hatch
 The third the false wall
 The fourth key is special
 You'll know when you'll need it
 Keep it close and use it if it glows and gets heated
 Take only what you can fit in your pocket
 You may need breadcrumbs
 A feather
 A locket
 The feather is an offering to old lord Owl
 The locket for the ghost that haunts and howls
 The bread crumbs, well you can choose that
 Use them to get back or fend off King Rat
 There's really no map
 It's different every visit
 Stay on the wooden track
 And don't listen to the spirits
 -Music-
 Whatever you do when you climb the stairs
 Never look back, look alive and stare
 into the inky black and what you'll find up there
 is a light to your left
 Go right instead
 The glow is a trap that unware visitors
 Deliver to the attic is more than a bit sinister
 King Rat is in residens and must be crossed
 For everyone's sake, you musn't get lost
 Study the tops of the boxes and bricka brack
 Bips bops, gadgets, inventions and nick nacks
 Look for what's lost and take nothing else
 Not jewelry or witches or mummified elves
 Don't touch the old crock or the unicorns horn
 Stay away from the cages
 You know you've been warned
 Old piles of ridiculously impossibly high
 But some hold hideous mockeries of life
 Beware the broken robot butler of dodgey desire
 Selfaware and violent
 A horrible device
 And after what he did he was banished
 To a tragic faith
 He remains in the attic
 Have you ever imagined what happens
 To an intended ideas
 Forgotten passions
 Broken moments
 Lost fragments
 Unworable invetions
 Lost or shattered
 Nothing is perfect, nothing is worthless
 Unloved dusty, rusty, dirty
 Here at the top with the thing that I lost
 Find a home in my attic
 Locked in my loft
 A world of dark wonder
 Sunbeam, dust flecks
 Something comes scuttling
 Don't run just yet
 It might be a spider made of old watches
 It might be the twoheaded toad i adopted
 If it's the spider, answer his riddles quick
 Ignore the toad if it asks you to lick it
 But if it's a beast that's made of shadows
 Hide out of sight, somewhere narrow
 Or fight to the death
 Take two rights and a left
 Avoid more surprises
 Find your prize and then step
 To the lock with the key
 To your lost property
 Unlock the black box
 Bring it's content to me
 Leave the locket behind for the phantoms of ghost
 Throw breadcrumbs to the sky and run back to your host
 I only hope Lord Owl guides you back
 Or you'll never survive trapped lost in the attic
 -The End-