The Library

If you were trapped in a library, That were alive a century ago Would you sit there in the dark Or look for a lantern in dread. Would you scurry and grab a book Or just lie there and take a big look Would you be amazed as the ghosts from papers gathered around And told, the archive was much more, before it was buried in the ground That time may have snatched away the outside mould But the archive could still give answers, as many as it could hold Would you flip through the pages and see the ink come back to life And words untangled themselves to tell the story Of an end that hath come due to a fierce strife Would you listen to the tales, The ghosts from the scriptures had to tell Or just lie down in the rubble And wonder how you actually fell?