Carefully, go and open the midnight door,

perhaps you’ll see- 

a hopeful shadow looming over you, with a face as black as coal, 

a sky so pretty a fairy would choose to fly in it

or a flapping bat waiting to catch its prey. 

Cautiously, go and open the aquamarine door,

perhaps you’ll see-

beaming bluebells in a meadow calling your name, 

a sky as blue as a butterfly’s wings trying to fly

or an ocean glittering gorgeously.

Slowly, tiptoe and open the crimson door,

perhaps you’ll see-

a field of poppies swimming in blood,

a fire flickering in the moonlight

or ruby red necklace glimmering like the rising sun.