On the cold night of December 23,
As I was walking by the lake,
Laid on the grass, a beautiful key,
Remarkable, hard to make.
Tempted to find the door it belonged,
I walked here and there.Yet,
Found nothing after searching for long,
So I sat on this side chair.
Didnt realise what happened next,
But I woke up at the same spot.
Everything seemed simple yet complex,
As I sat on the chair I had sought.
It was evening when I woke up,
And people were walking around.
Medieval seemed the whole setup,
And the currency spoke of a crown.
On the far side I saw a man,
Who looked just as did I.
Smiled, left a note and a pen,
Written, “I am glad you came by”.
“I wonder how it will be,
A reflection from the future far,
Let I alone find this key,
And smile while feeling bizarre”