God's Library

White walls and broken shelves. These are not ours But many forgotten tales. Captured by the enormity, I stand and fall. Have I the right to wonder? To indulge in this knowledge Beyond mankind, My dunce to your master mind? Naked books Yet seem old Harsh to touch Though resistant to the cold. One appeared out of place; A blood stained cover Displaying a beastly face. There was a ladder; Gold and encrusted with gems, It led up to the skies. Earth was limitless No bounds, no lies. Then the serpent came, Tempted the weaker hearted, Lied and so was cursed lame, So would he and I. The ladder then broke And fell from the sky. Now I must pay my great fee, For not returning a book, That has been borrowed From our God’s Library.