And so I will tell you
the same old stories,
over and over again.
until my library finally closes.
In the hall,
Smells of books and closets,
Sneak into my domain,
Which belongs to humans in the day.
When night comes rushing out,
That's when us demons come to play,
Waiting and reading,
The library is my school.
If you tell anyone about us,
About the library life,
I will hunt you and destroy you,
I may look like a red riding hood,
But I am the wolf.
And should people ask where you've gone,
Just tell a lie, few know imagination
It doesn't hurt after a while,
Know that you will love the riddle of a library.
Contest: What Lies Beneath The Lies
12 Feb 2017
Copyright © Leon Datu | Year Posted 2017
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