Crash and Burn

It has been held captive for years, You may have seen bits and pieces of it in the corner of your eye. or right in front of you looking into the complete and utter darkness; You might have thought your eyes were playing tricks on you. But it was not for that reason you turned away; No it was for your minds eye it saw what you could not; It saw incomprehensible doom. Doom with no shape or form, Pure evil. But only bits and pieces; Those monsters when you were young. Under the bed, In the closet? All bits and pieces, But only that. But the only reason it is only that is a piece of baggage with a lost key that kids found at a plane crash; if they find a way to open it pure evil and death shall escape; those monsters you convinced yourself were your eyes? Will come true.