The Door of Darkness by T.R. Noble

It was a beautiful door.
Expensive wood.
Carved features.
A mind that understood.

The door called.
It beckoned.
It glowed.
It welcomed.

The words it would sing.
Sweet.
Soft.
Gentle.

Words that
delighted the soul
yet
melted the marrow.

I never noticed before.
How it always
opened to
another door.

Going from wood
to metal.
Less beautiful,
the effects more internal.

The doors became ugly
and still I desired.
It preyed on my depravity.
My soul thirsted, nearly expired.

The door of darkness
will always lead to more
doors of darkness.
A web. A snare.

We never remember
opening the first door.
Our eyes are open
and taste the sin.

It sings.
It looks beautiful.
It traps us.
It will never let us go.

Sin always begets more sin.
Forget the truth marked within.
Bury it. Linger near.
Let our companions be anger and fear.

Yes, it’s already begun.
I hear the singing again.
Why am I here? No.
Why would I leave?

A Poem by T.R. Noble