A single key hung from the ceiling
The room filled with the colours of a rainbow
The church had been derelict for years
I was transported by a single thought
Suspicion rose like a frozen hand at my back
The mediums could be right
about the curse on this old sacred place
No time to elaborate now
I shuffle forward the small distance towards the altar
Remembering the key above my head
After making the sign of the cross
I climbed on to the altar, snatching the key
Now all I needed was the keyhole
To find the treasure hidden in Rosslyn Chapel
My search continues, no keyhole as yet
I am not the kind to give up
I will find the book of St, Germaine…
To be continued
©AnitaDawes2022
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Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 
A beautiful story. I hope the treasure will be found. xx Michael
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You never know…
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Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Oh, so very thrilling! I had to do some reading on Rosslyn Chapel as a result!
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It’s a fascinating place…
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Very entertaining 💓
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Glad you liked it, Robbie…
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