The Human Library

To every page, there are two sides.

One may tell of jovial fantasies and romance.

The other of unholy horrors and sinful lusts. 

And we let our pages dance,

In the stess of this world's gusts.

We try to conceal our lines between covers.

Some have thick skin and others like paper. 

Some are read by passionate lovers.

While other's readers seem to ever taper. 

This life is writ of our own accord. 

Leave not the words to another.

Write a life for yourself.

Fantasy. Romance. Horror. Science Fiction.

The choice is yours.