Keyhole

He saw it through the keyhole
Glimmering in the rays of light
Refracted by the window
Inside the room behind locked doors
Asked many times
To please stay away from this place
The curiosity had built up
So that he could not resist
Armed with a Swiss army knife
He broke through the barrier
And stared in awe
Of the object that was not his
Then he took it anyway
Without so much as a second thought
And had disappeared
Before even an exhale
Leaving the entrance as before
Closed off to the world
By the time anyone had noticed
His illegal entry
It was far too late
Discovering his body
Lifeless
In a pile of the reddest wine
That had not aged well at all
Attempting to twirl a pistol
Like the cowboy
He had seen on television
That very day