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The Ancient Library

An Adventure Begins

By Kevin NewtonPublished about a year ago Updated 5 months ago 1 min read
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Author Notes: This chapter was drafted by ChatGPT and heavily edited. I do embrace and leverage GenAI in my writing practice and will always indicate what role, if any, GAI played in a particular work.

In the realm of Acitsym, where magic's enchantment thrives,

Two friends step with hesitation into the start of their lives.

An ancient library – sanctuary of forgotten lore,

Secrets whisper to them begging to be explored.

Dim candlelight flickers, on the wall dancing shadows

Memories in the air, the scent of ancient parchment flows

Leather-bound volumes breathe of lavender and ink

Empowering the friends – Sammy and Sarah – not to shrink.

Creaking floorboards sing a melody of stories forgotten for years

Thousands left as nothing more than echos longing for an ear.

Now the rustling of turning pages plays a symphony of the mind,

Sammy and Sarah search the volumes as if they're newly blind.

Their fingers gently brush the spines, lined row by row,

A tactile path to follow, the unknown they now know.

The texture of ancient paper beneath their eager hands,

They understand – tales of heroes, legends, enchanted lands.

In this hallowed space, where the senses intertwine,

The taste of anticipation lingers like a fine wine.

A flavor of mystery, an ecstasy of a quest yet to unfold,

A tantalizing sweetness, a taste of stories untold.

As Sammy and Sarah immerse themselves in this sacred place,

Their senses become attuned to the library's embrace.

In the ancient depths, they'd discover secrets, old and new,

In the realm of Acitsym, where dreams and adventures brew.

Thus, they embark on a journey, led by the senses' call,

The ancient library promising adventure full of beauty and awe

With each step, sight, sound, with each smell and each taste,

Sammy and Sarah uncover the magic light their way.

The ancient library's doors, now a gateway to a new life

In this realm of Acitsym, where imagination takes flight,

This is how it all begins, but only one way to process so much.

They must simply follow their eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and touch.

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Kevin Newton

I like patterns. I like helping my fellow humans. I enjoy writing about other worlds. I offer fictional works for entertainment and beauty. If you get either from my works, please let me know.

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  • 𝐑𝐌 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐧about a year ago

    Fantastic! I love the line, "Their senses become attuned to the library's embrace." So well done. Thanks for sharing your poem.

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