Invisible Ink

The Unknown Entryway

Old houses with a storyline full of secrets.

Aged passages and creaking stairs.

A mansion dark and cold wasn't always this way.

A rotting porch and pillars crumbling.

Paint peeling and cobwebs hanging from the ceiling.

Why oh ancient one do you hide your secrets from me!

You close your doors and lock the windows.

You passages are hidden well.

When will they open?

Only time will tell.

The season of your youth has long since passed.

Yet I like an eager child wish that you would let me see.

Into your knowledge filled halls.

With your shabby bookcases filled to the brim with unknown facts.

I would be lying if I didn't say I wished that that knowledge was mine.

To enter your halls that none had seen in a century or two,

And view the tattered rooms.

Your former owner's hearts are still embedded here in spirit.

For I feel it in my bones,

You old house of stone hold there souls.

Like a grave, you hold their memories and their sorrows.

Like a demon, you hold there anger and their strife!

Yet like a shepherd you took care of them through the night.

Before that even still,

As the workers toiled hard with labor scared hands.

To set every stone where it now stands.

Making you last for ages on was their only wish.

For you like a bride was dressed in the finest clothes.

And was married only to those,

Who spent a decade or two,

Resting under your roof.

What is left from a century of care and love?

Nothing more than mounds of dust!

Proving once again that time poses an evil hand.

Though you are stricken with many years.

You still have withstood the test of an age long passed.

With many scars both young and old,

And senior of memories and love.

You spend the rest of your days

With the the peace that I nor any other shall ever see into your unknown entry.