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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Tony36 (
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You paint a compelling picture. Good work.
Thank you
La dee! You've left me with a parched and silent whistle unable to voice itself in concluding. Yikes! Nothing like the cavorting slow waltz of... death?!
Thank you
A wonderfully penned little tale of intrigue here Tony36, full of childlike fascination; and a yearning curiosity, to find out what is truly on the other side of that door.
Bravo, and I hope that all is well.
Thank you. All is well with me, I hope all is well with you
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