underneath the rubble

Underneath the rubble, a golden key lay. Rust covered what used to be a shiny surface. No one knew of its existence or the secret places it dared to unlock. Such places which otherwise are only found in the playful minds of adolescents or the wandering imaginations of young souls.
Though such great power could come from use of this very little key, it will remain hidden, forever beneath the rubble of lost childhood and forgotten dreams.