The Door

The Door

Standing at the foot of this strange door,

Wondering have I been here before,

My heart begins to race,

This must be a magical place,

With excitement I open the door,

The black seeps in consuming the floor,

The rush of fear has now set in,

What did I just begin,

Black is now all that use to be,

Black is now all I can see,

Wondering what could have been,

Wishing for light again,

I see a spot that is bright,

I run to it with delight,

As I peer though this key slot,

I feel the door is getting hot,

I see myself on the other side,

I scream, you need to hide,

I can see the smile on my face,

And the excitement that made my heart race,

Laughter begins to fill my ear.       

Now I feel nothing but fear,

Knowing that I will be back,

Beyond this door into the black!