I stand before this dreaded door,
an answer on the other side
What fearsome end might lie in store?
Which way will go the turning tide?

I scarcely dare to draw a breath
My fragile cool facade might break
For if I look too hard, too close,
my false pretending heart will quake

Will darkened drapes of night descend
Or morning's glory penetrate?
Ah, soon this taut suspense must end!
and time reveal my final fate.

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