~ The lovely, lovely door ... ~

~ The lovely, lovely door … ~

Colossal,

More than ‘just so relic’,

Befitting a Palazzo,

Chiseled out of,

Two hundred (or thousand, if it'd really matter) years old,

Ponderous mahogany,

Heaving life through recent chinks,

Festooned in slits n' cracks,

Painted and pretty well hidden, though …

That with rusted, onerous latch,

But, a new dense silver lock,

Was left open,

Mistakingly, may be (for we never know),

Last night,

By me,

Or, by someone,

Who was leaving the last,

Not such artifact, my tiny abode …

I'm missing,

Since then …

Would you mind telling me,

If … I'm found?