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Archives | Things written here since... well, 2001. Some of it is good, some is utter shait.

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2002-05-22

“What lurks in the library?” I ask,
Between the tomes and hills of shelves
Crawling an masse and hides unseen,
Amidst the broken spines of long forgotten lore.

“What lurks in the library?” I cry,
Fabled beasts and fallen prey alike
all they try to escape unseen,
in silence overshadowed by the Goeru’s roar.

“What lurks in the library?” I whisper,
Turning corners in hope of escape
crouching down for fear of life,
the Jabberwock lies dead and I wade in gore.

“What lurks in the library?” I shout,
Standing tall upon the shelf
I feel the gaze burning in my neck,
I forsake safety, I run and my fear I ignore.

“What lurks in the library?” I stutter,
The sound of heavy hooves approaches
the Goeru claw buried in my back,
the fear is gone and I fall dead to the floor.