Curious

A mansion stand in a middle of forest,
I stare in front of it, wondering why I am here,
I think for a second, should I enter?
Seconds later, my curiousity ascends.

I slowly walk into the enermous door,
I knock it, it makes a loud thud sound,
The door's unlocked from the start, opens by itself,
A creaky sound emerges, an eerie feel om my shoulders.

Inside is dark, cold, comfy,
I wander, hoping to meet the owner,
Wander and wander, wondering why it's quiet,
A big door in the 2nd floor opens a little bit as I pass by.

Standing in front of it, I wary,
To in or to out, without knowing anything,
A hand appears out of it, beckoning,
I take my step slowly, curious and wary.

Inside then, it is dark,
Candles light itself, a lady stand by herself,
An elegant black mirror reflects her beautiful face, smiling at me,
I look around and realise, I am in a glass of jar.