It thumps and thuds again.
Like a light knock on an ignored door,
a gentle reminder to all
that she is not whom she appears.
He knows.
The man who raps on fortified steel.
Chilled alloy melts at the touch
of roughened knuckles.
Another docile tap.
The locks relinquish their grasps
as the grit and grime of time
fade into non existence
It will groan and scrape.
The stone preservation securing
the rusted hinges
will fall.
And that man will enter.
Greeted with an ornate corridor,
lined with blazing torches
and a chorus of thumps and thuds.
About the Creator
Melissa Carey
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I'm a writer by trade, fitness-minded by choice, and a Viking by chance. I'm here to share my work and if you absolutely, cannot possibly imagine a world without it, please share a little love!
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