Behind Locked Doors Poem by Noah Body

A miserable, damp chill brings shivers
Dim grayness stretches behind and ahead
Cold stone walls drip tears down in rivers
Locked rusted doors fill the soul with dread

Fading in the distance of an endless hall
Onward, ever onward, into eternal dark
Resisting their pull, not heeding their call
Knowing behind one flickers life's spark

From so many doors it's impossible to choose
When endlessly new ones materialize anew
Open the wrong one and there is much to loose
Behind only one can life be found for you

All others lock away a variety of things
Vibrant magic and beauty lie behind a few
Chaos and madness from some piercingly rings
Evil dark lurks in others planning it's coup

One thing in common have all of those locks
Except the two that hide life and the grave
Great pain and hot tears await like a pox
Which one is it that will your sanity save?