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.