And Then I Opened That Door- For Comp

(For Competition 'And then I opened THAT door', sponsor- John Lawless) My relationship had broken down, when love ran out of gas so down life's dark and lonely road I dragged my sorry ass. Could have done with company on such a painful walk my passenger I'd left behind, no-one to hear me talk a light (could it be hope?) I'm sure I saw not far ahead so I took the avenue called naive to see just where it led. The house of Her, it's elegant facade, I really was impressed not sure if I should ring the bell, being not ideally dressed my cares were worn and dreams were torn, not sure if all that matters holes right through my optimism and happiness in tatters no harm in stopping by, I thought, so hey-ho, what the hell just take the bullshit by the horns, go up and ring the bell. No answer, but a sudden gust of wind opened the door and I stepped in, whilst wondering had I been here before. The corridor stretched out before me, doors to left and right Not sure how many, since I was too young to see the light. The first door was denied to me, and so were all it's kin but since I was alone, I thought I'll just go kick it in. The first room it enticed me with it's beauty, grace and form, a fire of passion crackled in the grate that made me warm. The next room was a cellar, Magnums full of ruby wine full bodied and intoxicating, all this could be mine. The third room swathed in velvet, silk and lace, so smooth and cool, to not lie in such luxury would make a man a fool excited and emboldened now from all I'd seen before spoiled child rampaged from place to place and then opened THAT door. The blast took me right off my feet, I crashed into the ground the house of Her shook violently upon the Banshee sound full force, indignant anger, outright rage, fury unleashed as only then I understood the nature of the beast. My welcome suddenly outstayed, my fault, for had I known it though I had been invited in, walked round as if I owned it The room hissed in an icy tone as she laid bare my crime that I would have been more welcome taking one room at a time but men will open every door to fulfil all their needs the key to each door is respect, no barrier to greed. Tornado fire, the Vixen's ire ripped me into the yard winded, no breath left in me, my ego landed hard. Got up slowly, brushed myself down and rubbed my aching head eagerness had bled right out and brashness torn to shreds. Staggered back out through the gate and turned along the lane raised my collar round my neck and headed home again. You see, my relationship had broken down, when love ran out of gas so down life's dark and lonely road I dragged my sorry ass. A light...................... 18th June 2015