Poem -
The other side
Faint knocking,
On a wooden carcass,
Trapped in an archway,
Believed to be called a door,
Knocking,
Calling,
Feverishly mocking,Ā
Hiding behind something once so alive,
Thriving so bold,
What is that idle cackling?Ā
Ear pressed against wooden stone,
So cold,
No it must be a wispy hoarse calling,
"Come Here",
Its just a twist of the wrist,
A push,
Feast your eyes,
Behold,
The other side,
The other side,
Holding the key,
But wheres my hole,
PLEASE GOD,
Whats behind this door.
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Wow Gorden powerful I love the mystery although you know the saying ceriousity killed the cat hopefully you write a number 2 I am wondering what misteries you could include I mean make a chronicles out if this a poetic story it will be fonominal anyhow nice I loved this thanks for sharing as always catch ya on the floor side if things