Door

Although worn, I’m still gilded

With gold leaves that

Border the brown oak,

That I truly am made of.

Many stare at my beauty

They forget to look past,

To go beyond myself

I do not know what lies before me,

I have forgotten.

Centuries have past, some filled with many who walk in light

Others in darkness, with perhaps moonlight to guide them

There have been years when I have seen or heard no one.

The emptiness and solitude never oppressed me.

And though some could be driven mad

I moved on, unmoving.

It is not in my post to shed light on the mysteries unknown

I merely bar the way for those who do not have the key.

--Logios Athena