The Door of Infinite Paths
A door stands silent, locked and still,
Its secrets hidden, waiting until
A daring hand, a curious mind,
Turns the key to what’s behind.
Before it opens, endless lies—
Worlds unseen, beneath vast skies.
Echoes whisper, shadows play,
Timelines weave and slip away.
A kingdom’s throne, a desert vast,
A future bright, a haunted past.
A realm of wonder, love, or fear,
All exist, yet none are near.
For once the threshold meets your stride,
The paths behind will twist, divide.
No door unopened stays the same—
It bends, it shifts, it knows your name.
So pause before you take the leap,
For dreams are rich, but choices deep.
A closed door waits—a silent lore—
To every world, yet never more.
About the Creator
K-jay
I weave stories from social media,and life, blending critique, fiction, and horror. Inspired by Hamlet, George R.R. Martin, and Stephen King, I craft poetic, layered tales of intrigue and resilience,
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Oooo, this was very profound. Loved it!