Come in if you dare

March 29, 2016

Here lay I,

Upon this overreaching cliff,

Nothing but blood and bone within

Deep abandonment.

Take heed of my warning:

Search willfully

For I betray none

And offer no secrets.

Disfigure, curse, plunder,

I care not.

My only need

Is the comforting smell of

Old books and the words within them.

The touch of soft leather covers,

The smooth worn pages,

Warmth of a childhood long gone.

Come in if you dare

I offer none,

But Wisdom.

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