In a hall with three doors, she stands
She had hoped she would be brave
Yet she is afraid
She doesn't know what lay beyond the doors
But she does not despair
She examines every door
The first is made out of wood, simple but sturdy
When she tries the handle, it clicks easily
Peeking through, she sees a well lighted hallway so long that she can't see the end
That looks safe enough, she thinks to herself
But rather boring, does she really want to walk so far for who knows how long?
The second is more extravagant, encased in a silver frame
She tries to turn this door's handle as well, but it falls off in her hand
When she runs her finger along the frame, silver paint flakes off
That makes this easier, I guess...
The final door intrigues her the most
From a distance, she had thought the door was black, but as she approaches she realizes that there is no door, only a frame.
Looking in, she sees only void
She is overcome by curiousity
She slowly extends her hand in, watching as the dark wraps itself around her fingers
It is not cold, as she had expected, but strangely warm.
She does not know what lay beyond this gloom
But in reality, she does not know what is beyond the other doors either
So she decides
She walks through the doorway, into the darkness