In shadows cast by subtle light,
It lingers near, yet out of sight.
Not beneath, but softly shown,
A truth you see but can't condone.
A name, a thought, a silent plea,
It’s not the key, but lowkey be.
Hidden where the mind might roam,
A whispered word that finds its home.
Perceived by those who dare to see,
In plain sight lies the mystery.
A "who" that echoes in the mind,
The key you seek, you’ll surely find.
Question the meaning of your answer in mind.
It has four letters, yes, but be careful as you try.
Turn me right, and it may yield,
Twist me wrong, and fate is sealed.
I share my name with one who plays,
In such cunning and secret ways.
I am the key that holds the door.
I am the one you are looking for, yet hides behind a mythic lore.
