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.

Its color, a negative contrast of hues, Dark and foreboding, it beckons you near, But behind it, not many know, Lies a treasure trove, sacred and dear.

Huge pots of gold and jewels untold, Lay hidden behind this mysterious door, But beware, for if you touch, You’ll be trapped inside for millions of years more.

The purpose of this door, unknown to all, Is it a portal to another world? Or a gateway to a realm of the divine? The answer, shrouded in mystery, remains undefined.

So if you dare to approach this door, Be cautious, for the treasure may lure, But the price of greed, a heavy toll, For behind this door, lies a trap for the soul.