Welcome to another poem! This one had a specific prompt, and thus is a little bit different from the other poems on here. It was part of a creative writing class, and the assignment was to take something in our lives and make a story out of it. This story had to be similar to something that would be passed down through oral tradition, like an elder's tale or a fable. As a result, this story is similar to a dialogue, but no one speaks.
See the author's notes for details, and enjoy!
Keys to the Other Worlds
There are many portals to other worlds
but you need the keys go through them.
So find a piece of metal with colored buttons
that has a trailing tail of wire.
Or, if you prefer, you may grab
a rectangle shaped machine
that may have two screens
and fits neatly in your hand.
But these are only some of the keys
to the other worlds.
Lie scattered across your world.
It will take a great effort
to find them.
Some are hidden behind glass in buildings.
Others can be seen around times of celebration
like birthdays and winter holidays.
A few even require talking to
other key wielders
who no longer want
to be a part of the other worlds.
If you wish to access
a lot of other worlds,
then collect as
many keys you can.
But merely collecting
is not enough.
You must take good
care of the keys
you have gotten.
If they are damaged or lost,
you cannot open the portal
that the specific key fits.
Also, if the duties in your own world
call you back,
be sure to return.
That way, you'll be sure to keep
that give you access to
the other worlds.
-So this story is based on the fact that I am a gamer. A lot of aspects in gaming also show up with in what I write. The different descriptions are based on different gaming systems, and how they operate. The worlds are places players interact with as they play the games, and the keys are the systems themselves. With the gaming being so immersive, it's not hard to imagine players having the ability to travel to the worlds, or least someone believing that they could.