Poem I wrote for my in-progress story 'Sin of a Killer'

'The Music Box'

They wound me up and left me to play
So, there I sat, day after day
Playing songs for fortune's fools
In the room they filled with tools

But, my songs grew weary as time did tick
And not much later I began to feel sick
My melodies faltered, clashed, and fell
With every, single high-pitched knell

Then one day my tunes did fade
So, I cowered in a lonely shade
My heart had been forever broken
Darkness was my only token

Then one day I heard a creak
And in the room a boy did sneak
He approached me with such nimble steps
And in my soul raised long-forgotten pep

Boy, you wound me up and left me to play
So, there I sat day after day
Playing songs for jailbird fools
In the room still filled with tools

But, my songs grew morbid as time did tick
And not much later did the feeling stick
So, when I heard that eerie knell
I continued to play, bound by a spell

Songs were things that had been forbade
But I continued to play from the place that I laid
Never a word had a useless tool spoken
Until the day that my spell had been broken

For, in the room did a young man peek
And whispered softly for me to speak
My lack of answer cause him to fret
So, further in he swiftly crept

Man, you wound me up and left me to play
So, there I sat day after day
Playing songs for bones and ghouls
In the room without the tools