Secret Door
What lies beyond the secret door?
Is it a garden, full of sweet blossoms?
Or perhaps, a deep dungeon full of bones?
Oh Secret Door full of wonder and fear, with a handle of diamond
And a base of gold, brushing purple velvet carpet.
Fluorescent flowers twist at your hinges, and water shimmers as your glass.
Lead me down a corridor of stone and granite
With maybe sunshine softly peeping through emerald leaves
Or torches fighting to keep away the spirits, which haunt the windy halls.
What will be inside?
A demon waiting to tackle me?
An old tree ripe with fruity gems?
As I gently inspect the glimmering keyhole
I come to a smart conclusion
And turn away, letting my imagination fly.
Some secrets are best kept unknown
For it is better that way
To keep curiosity curious.