Sunday, April 21, 2024

The door


 

Down the dark hall

The only light coming from behind that door

A fairy light

A strange light

It compells me to move on


Closer and closer to the door I move

Inch by inch

Step by step

The whole time wondering

 what magic there be

What knowledge lies behind it

That I must know

And thus it pulls me down the hall


Heaven or Hell

Riches or death

I finally reach the door

Just standing there I feel heat from the otherside 

But when I grab the knob it is quite cool


I open the door

A blinding light

I walk in

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