Necklace

Your history awaits
And your mystery, unexplained.
You could tell a story
But it looks very faint.

It’s made of bones but yet, very sharp
Feels like shark teeth and it will make a mark.

When I hold it, it goes click, click, click like
Bells on a tower,
When I wear it, I feel like I’ve got power.

It is lonely, trapped in a box.
Just because it is a necklace,
It doesn’t mean it needs locks.