Behind The Door
When I stare at the closed doorI feel the presence of an unknown spellLingering behind the door!I see an idol standings on a pedestalAnd vague figures dancing around it.Are they good or bad?, I don\'t know!I only hear their fearful soundsI only see their vague shadowsAll in my mental frame!So, I hesitate to knockAt a closed door.If I do, it is with a prayer!