reality libraryA Poem by Denim witefrom the peculiar books of the reality library whose pages of blood continue to seep through their covers and words of gold and silver engraved and un-erasable on their liquid sheets never slip off their eerie translucent planes
come spinning tales of woe and grief and triumph and laughter sins and miracles love and lust
do not be afraid some you may not have to open for they speak and walk and breath
yes, my fellow spectators, they contemplate as well they have a cognition some of these books are richer than the next and some more moving than the rest
but, my good fellows many have locks! and few have their key what a severe loss only a small group can see the tales and the epics so passionately encrypted on these secretive and shy bunch
but surely those who are not apprehensive must muse upon the titles of such strange and stirring creatures
look upon each book my audience and see that on the top of each is a detailed and delicately written two words
Man. and under the first word is their name. © 2013 Denim wite |
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Added on July 26, 2013Last Updated on December 13, 2013 AuthorDenim witeAboutHAIIIIII how are you? I love to write poetry-- and I hope you all will enjoy it :D I'm sorry if I begin stories and don't end them. the world of fantasy is such a wonderful place to be, and the.. more..Writing
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