She wanders toward the entrance.
Eyes raise from the path, and gazes at the monstrous doors.
The man standing guard peers over the ledge to take a look at her.
Beautiful in her stature, Not shying from such intimidation.
So he sits back down, and waits for her entry.
But he hears no creak of gears, no high pitched noise from the hinges.
But only the soft voice of the girl.
He stares down at her, eyes seducingly liquored .
Motioning towards the door, she tries to tell him to let her in.
But the keeper knows better, and knows what really goes on.
She is confused, the writings on the ground leave her mind a blank.
The guard takes his eyes off of her and looks back to the master of the keep.
The man signals his guardian to sit back down, no reasons.
The man with horrible posture walks toward the edge of the wall,
and sets his sights on the beauty down below.
Turns around and shakes his head thinking.
'Such a pity, such beauty locked out in the night.
She has yet to realise, the key to the gates lie in her pocket.'