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
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