Many Worlds

Devour again the words on the page

The feel of the fibers, the laughter and rage

The sound of the page turning tells of your fervor

A comfort away from the glow of a server


Chapters fly by, or can crawl very slowly

The one thought a hero now evil and lowly

The monster approaches, there is now way out

It’s all you can do not to publicly shout


You’ve entered a world creativity made

Some dreary and dark, some like a parade

So find your escape from life’s plots without meaning

On the page of a book, tattered yet gleaming

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