An entrance tempts us with its light.
Instinctively, we near that door,
as exiting seems rather right,
and yet there's wonder, to be sure.

Is this a way we ought to go?
"Of course," you say. "We'll leave."
I ask because we could not know,
although it's easy to believe

a place so bright should seem as nice
as any heaven one might find.
Remember fires also shine,
and they may burn or even blind.

This room runs dismal, dank, and stark,
much like a tomb, if just as dark,
but what waits on the other side?
Let's question this and then decide.