Library Poem by Petra Novakova

A graveyard of dead letters
Lonely stands the blue library

Layers of silver dust and specks of gold on the floor
A path of tiny steps leading to the not so hidden door

Wooden beams, satin thrones and leather bindings
Brave heroes, ravenous beasts and virginal maidens

Islands of horror, beaches of calm, forrests of green
The past, the present and the future yet to be seen

Souls of all races and ages engaging in battles of wit
In hues of blue under the cover of two candlelights lit

A graveyard of lost memories
Alone stands the lone reader