The final step

[PoetessAurora]

Stairs go where
No one knows
Shall I climb them
And find out
Or stay behind
In the dark
Alas, my candle
Is running low
Gazing hard at
A closed door
Behind which I
Have never been
Slowly my feet
ascend the stairs
Each grasping
At the woody grain
My heart pounds
With ever step
My toes seek
Each new rise
At last the door
Is within reach
I've come to see
What lay behind
With a delicate hand
I turn the knob
My wild thoughts
I clear with ease
Gently I do close
My eager eyes
As a hard shove
Opens up the door

 

[Rollingrrl]

great work! I love the foreshadowing. I love the vague yet very impressionable lines. the suspense builds and then the door opens and the end. I love it!

~Shelly~