Go, open the door
Maybe you'll find
A flying guinea pig,
A walking fish,
Or even a Cyclops.
Go, open the door,
Maybe you'll find,
Pegasus,
The winged horse,
Or a murderer,
Waiting with his axe.
Go, open the door,
Maybe you'll find,
A solitary hand,
Scuttling across the floor,
Or a head,
With milky, unseeing eyes.
Go, open the door,
Maybe you'll find,
A dragon,
Spiralling up into the air,
Or a garden with nothing in it.
Go, open the door,
Maybe you'll find,
Heaven on earth,
Bursting with life and happiness,
Or Hell on earth,
Suffocating under a blanket of wailing and misery.
Go, open the door,
Maybe you'll find,
Nothing,
Just the inky black of night.
Go, open the door,
It's worth a try,
To find out what's behind the door.
YOU ARE READING
Weird Stories
RandomThis is a collection of stories and poems I have written when I have been bored. Some can be a bit weird. I'm sorry if some of it doesn't make sense but they are stories and I can make whatever I want to happen happen. Anyway, hope you enjoy.
