The Library's lament
Amidst the cobbled streets
Stands a library
Decrepit, consumed by the moss feeding off it
The walls have no ownership over the pages
Despite its greatest wishes
Echoes act as a reminder
Not allowing the authors to forget their crimes
Pages teeming with unfortunate reality's
Ink stains cover old wishes
Suspense, horror, satire
Every chapter a betrayal
Every line a silent plea to be released
But unbeknownst to the visitors, the readers, the intrigued
Beneath the rotting floor boards
There is a soul begging to be seen
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