The Secret Door

A secret door Hidden beneath the falls Where only elves and fairies enter It’s said if a human attempts entrée Their destruction is explicit to follow One sunny day a young man ventured toward the falls He laughed and played in the peaceful waters After time he noticed the door He passed through the cool falls Fore it he stood He pushed softly It slowly swung open An endless tunnel beckoning Upon its rocky walls, fiery torch lights The ancient stony path, cracked and heavily worn There were ancient symbols carved upon the walls The warm air smelled of incense, dragon’s blood He removed his thick crown of thorns And society’s cloths He stood naked Clumsily slow He began down the path Leaving behind his guilt and scorn Whispers came from the tunnel’s dark depths They constantly reminded him to, “Do no Harm” © Copyrights G. Jones 2008