Through the midnight door,

death waits for its next victim.

Through the shamrock door,

maybe you will see a slithering snake twirling around a brick

or a leaf falling from a tree.

Through the scarlet door,

maybe you will see blood dripping,

vampires hiding from the sun 

or pink sweets fall from the sky.

Through the honey door,

sees smelling honey from 

far away as they come

rushing ready to eat.

Through the snow door,

maybe you will find vanilla ice cream,

egg shell that is rotten

and a bone that has been eaten.

Through the syrup door,

maybe you will find books talking to their owner,

or leaves dancing.