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
The Mewriginal 
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