doors

In arches and in frames
For homes for houses
Rusty and creaky al covered in briar brambled knots
Pretentious cloaks that hide what within rots

We paint them red we paint them black
With locks with windows knockers and knobs
We lock them we use them to keep the frightening out
They will swallow and they will hide the things we say when we shout

They stand ajar
Or welded shut
They keep out the winds bitter cut
At bay be the night cold
They shelter their wards from malignant hold
Our souls are safer kept
By the doors we put up