Key-bored:

There came a time,
When time was no time~
And keys on the ring,
Were rendered useless sublime.

Now there was a certain key,
Which on being of no use,
Wanted to flee…

Flee into a keyboard~
Creating x-mas socks,
Opening locks.

The key was hit, hard;
The feelings were out,
Charred.

But key was bored,
Of the key-board~
Or was it, of the story
That it did unfold?

Key mingled-
Into the black and white.
Key stay put
In the broad daylight.

There was a time,
When time was no time~
And the iron key-
Melted into grime…

colour me blind

shades-strokes-hues lined...lemme unwind, lemme myslf find...