The Door of Dread

An old and superior door stands tall, Its wooden frame, weathered and worn, Personified with a presence so grand, It seems to hold secrets, untold and forlorn.

Its color, a negative contrast of hues, Dark and foreboding, a warning to all, Behind it lies a mystery, shrouded in fear, A place where few dare to crawl.

The sacred treasure, hidden from sight, Lies beyond the door, waiting to be found, But beware, for those who touch it, Will be trapped for eons, forever bound.

The purpose of this door, unknown to most, Is to keep the treasure safe and secure, But its power is feared, and its secrets kept, For those who seek it, may never endure.

So if you come across this door of dread, Think twice before you venture near, For the treasure it holds may be tempting, But the consequences are too severe.