The book

The power and excitement that goes along with the discovery of a new story

The Book
Its cover creaking open
Tempting me to look
I glanced across the room and saw
A rather ancient book

Its pages old and brittle
Its cover cracked and worn
The writing fading off its pages
Its spine was split and torn

I slowly crossed the room
And bent down just to see
I asked the book its secrets
And it began to talk to me

It told me of long lost times
And of their Queens and Kings
It showed me ancient lands
Upon its paper wings