Wednesday, October 3, 2018

The Door


There is a door at the top of the stairs
No one enters
No one dares

What lies beyond the door
I'd hate to find out
Maybe it's a bathroom
Someone forgot to clean out

Maybe the room is full of
Ghosts
Gobblins
And Gouls
Ready to scare me and you

Maybe a mad scientist lurks about
or maybe there are the bones of some dead man
Left there by some madman
of that I would have no dout

Or maybe it's just an unused room

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