Possibilities await

Behind each closed door Possibilities await On the other side No key, no charmed words Open the lock, turn the knob Step through the threshold Be quick, don't tarry The portal is transient Choices momentary Opportunities Crumble to dust, abandoned Squandered all for naught Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL.

Close formation

Grim and menacing Sentries in stealth formation Concealed in the mists Silent and deadly Veiled shadows swallowing light Engulfing all sound Cloaked in secrecy Creeping across dark landscapes Bone chilling specters Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL.