A long time ago in a land far away, <br />a stranger appeared from nowhere. <br />He had journeyed through a portal <br />that govern time and space. <br />It pulled him through to a place <br />of which he knew not where. <br /> <br />On his arrival, he was arrested <br />and sent before the King <br />who was a wise old man, <br />and who loved to play games. <br />He looked at the stranger, <br />asked where he had come from. <br />The stranger could not say. <br /> <br />To say he did not know <br />was a crime throughout the land. <br />It was a plea of guilty. <br />The King looked at the stranger and said. <br />The punishment for your answer <br />under our law is certain death. <br />However, you are a stranger <br />so I am giving you the choice of two doors. <br /> <br />One door leads to happiness, <br />the other leads to instant death. <br />The choice will be all yours. <br />You will be taken to the arena, <br />given a special key <br />that will fit both of the doors. <br /> <br />At the stroke of twelve, <br />the stranger was marched to the arena <br />and left standing there. <br />The two doors stood side by side, <br />all he had to do was choose. <br />He moved towards them <br />and stood for a moment of two. <br /> <br />Finally, he advanced towards the left, <br />but at the last moment, <br />changed his mind and opened the right. <br />As the door opened, <br />the stranger gasped at what was inside. <br />Did the stranger open the right door? <br />I will let you the reader to decide. <br /> <br />30 October 2007<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-doors/
