In the quiet of the night, the doors stand as sentinels,
Guardians of secrets whispered in the dark,
Wooden frames etched with tales untold,
Each creak a symphony of stories old.

Beneath the moonlit glow, they hold their breath,
Witnesses to the dance of life and death,
Every knock a question, every lock a choice,
In their silence, echoes a thousand voices.

Through these portals, dreams and fears collide,
Passages to realms where the heart resides,
An invitation to step into the unknown,
Where courage and wonder are sown.

So let us honor these humble gates,
For they lead us to love, destiny, and fates,
Through their thresholds we walk and explore,
Forever changed by the paths we implore.