As you walk through the slightly lit hallway with your long night gown, scratch the walls with the keys
Scratch the floors
Feel the empty space over your head where your crown used to fit
As you enter the black hole, the feeling of nothing at the end of the walk way
Kneel
Feel for the keys in your palm
Jump down into the darkness
Your crown is at the bottom of the abyss of broken beauty
Acquire your beauty and follow the scratches made from your keys.
Find your way back
You were never lost
