Leatherbound Antiquities
While ancient to the eye,
Encapsulates roaring cities
And deadly lullabies.
With only a skim,
Let the story begin -
Molded to and folded within
The author's every whim.
Paper edges fold into towers
Hiding deep within -
The stolen romance of two lovers
And a princess' final sin.
The leather binding soon imprisons
Our hero who'd rather die
Than see the villain be forgiven.
Seeking an eye for an eye.
Each chapter builds a dungeon.
Each paragraph: A key.
Succumbing, once more, as the author's patron,
If only for a glimpse into how they see.
"Ordinary" earns its prefix.
A veil shrouds "what is."
Embracing all the ways in which
Our minds find comfort in the story's abyss.
Leatherbound antiquities
Embrace a forlorn mind.
Easing pained mental obliquities
As a tense soul finally unwinds.
About the Creator
Libby
An amateur writer that uses language to escape the real world and destress. I joined for a writing challenge and stayed for the community of writers who love sharing their stories as much as I do.
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