Blank Pages

I dream a dream of horror

 Of pure evil in itself

 From the dust laden scripts

 That lie upon the shelf

 

I read a book of blank pages,

 Words are not of the matter

 Stories untold remain unseen

 From headless men to hatters

 

Enticed, I am by the unseen words

 Upon the empty pages

 Traveling to mythical worlds unknown

 And battles with knights and mages

 

For an empty page is an opportunity

 An opportunity nonetheless

 A never ending tale

 That remains hidden among the rest

Author's Note

I like turtles.

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