Behind that door lies a moment in history
As a barrier between now and then
The door remains nailed shut.
As if were a guardian of a secret
Leaving you terrified of what lies beyond that,
Feeling the texture of its metal
Underneath my fingertips
With a slow, deliberate twist
Clicking softly in the shadows
As if a ghost still wants to break free,
Frozen across generations
Capturing the essence of that moment
A portal through time
Begging for you to open the door
Centuries after it was shut.