She walks through a dimly lit hallway
Uncertainty, Confusion, Fear
Doors are lined down each side
All are closed, but none of them locked

She stretches a trembling hand out
reaching for the polished golden ****
anxiety overwhelms her and she recoils
as if burned.

She wanders the hallway like a lost soul,
like a long-deceased spirit
She must go now, it is time
But she'll stay here for a long while

She will despair but she won't weep
because she has no right
She brings this upon herself
and knows, all too well, the consequences

Doors are lines down the hallway
all are closed, but none of them locked
She'll never open a single one
She'll never discover what's behind them.