Behind the Mystery door
Come ye. Come ye
Hear ye. Hear ye.
Tis the story once told,
But now forgotten
Stuffs of nightmares, and day plagues
The door. That door
At the end of the hallway of life
She went through her journey
To open or not, numerous choices she made
Till she came to the door
Large and ominous
Eerie and dreary
-too eerie
It stood at the end,
The only option
Sometimes dark, other times darker
Rumour has it, it spoke
A thousand voices, all at once
And it bid her come
To what, she knew not
Lies! some cried
Lies! some cried
It only stood a-waiting
Patiently, calmly for her to open
For t'was the only path left to follow
So she journeyed through life
Time and time, again
Taking different doors, each turn
But all brought her to that mystery door
At the end of the road
She must open, to continue on
Or be stuck in circles, for eternity
But what lies behind the door?
To go or not to?
The questions plagued
The old witch told
Yes she told
That the lady went a-through, finally
Don't ask me what she found on the other side
It is the mystery door, afterall
So maybe when you get to your road's end
You'll find out for yourself
The questions which now plague your mind
Perhaps tis what it is
just a story
But perhaps, ne'retheless, as true as stars
and 
both love you and I and we love them too.
This was fun.
