The Thief Poem by James McLain

In the back there is a closed door.
Which most of you try to open permanently.
And you expect the mirror to choose tastefully.
The X at the center of the cross road,
and the gate to China you left open.
However, not 4 defacing, what you see was predicted.
And the gate where the white swan,
each swan wears it out down south, with the north fair wind.
Either door under the moon leads us back.
But the one in the front,
when used least bring us back to the thief.