The Forgotten Door

The Forgotten Door

In the old house upon the hill,

Where time stands silent, cold, and still,

A hidden door, long lost to sight,

Glimmers faint in the silver light.

The wood is worn, the handle cold,

A secret kept three centuries old.

Behind it lies a whispered place,

A spell caster’s enchanted space.

Jars of oils, both dark and bright,

Glow like stars in the velvet night.

Crystals hum with a silent tune,

A dim lit room with a ghostly moon.

Ancient spells on weathered scrolls,

Binding dreams and burning souls.

Smoke curls soft from a silver bowl,

Magic alive, untamed and whole.

A paradise of wonder a mystic art,

Where shadows dance, and mystery starts.

For those who dare unlock the lore

Will find more doors behind that door.