Behind the Green Door

There’s a secret that awaits
behind an old green door
in an ancient house of wood
along the rocky line of shore.
It calls me from afar
and beckons me to come,
that I would discover treasure
of an unimaginable sum—
or perhaps it’s something darker
of ills horrid and misbegotten:
are there ghosts behind that door,
of souls murdered and forgotten?
Perhaps there’s nothing more
than antique furniture and dust
with cobwebs in the corners
and grisly spiders run amuck.
Behind the old green door
it may just be an empty room
where loved ones once did gather,
their spirits linger in the gloom—-
Would I risk to take a chance
to disturb this hallowed space,
to unveil the myth and legend
that time would not erase?
Or do I let the secrets rest
and remain there undisturbed?
Let the whispers and the blather
run their course while unperturbed?
Oh, but interest is a temptress,
a seductress of high degree!
My curiosity is piqued,
and only knowledge will set me free—
So I’ll chance to make my way,
resolve the mystery within,
behind the old green door:
forgive my trespass, forgive my sin.