Rusty Old Box

There in the basement sat an old box
It was dusty and worn with a rusty old lock
Its deep red velvet, and corners of gold
Have slowly become dull, dusty and old
It sits in the corner, way up high
It will not show, what is inside
The lid wont move it’s stuck fast
And the key is lost way in the past
So in the corner it will stay
Until finally, it decays.