A Passage

I enter a world of magic,
Through a door forbidden,
Though indecisive I still choose,
To disobey my uncle’s rules,

I enter a world of awe,
Through a door so aged,
With woodworm and woodlice,
And from nowhere is caged,

I enter a world of good,
through a door so rigid,
although frail in parts,
yet also resides wicked,

I enter a world that didn't,
through a door so old,
but will never die,
or ever be sold

The End

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