The Story Book Poem by alan brown

The Story Book in three parts
Part 1

The story started easy
as the pen controlled the hand.
Of wanton foes and heroins
spread threw-ought the land.

There were words of love and punishment
and some that made you fear.
But most of all the story
was wrote down very clear.

It gave the reader a sight to see
deep in his minds eye.
Bringing tears of fear and joy
as he moved his writing hand.

It gave hope to the trustful
and loss to those in fear.
While triggering the imagination
to entrap them within the sphere.

The ending never alluded
the simplest of mind.
But mystery enthralled them
until the very end of time.

THE STORY BOOK 2
The words that flowed under
his devil of a hand.
Met with just appraisal
that all would understand.

The lips of wanton strangers
lingered long and deep in thought
As timid little children
read on without a retaught.

The pages glowed like diamonds
upon a distant shore.
With hungry eyes they turned them
eager to read more.

A vision soon appeared
to give them all a clue.
But strange things started to happen
to the motley crew.

The pages scorched and burned themselves
clouding over even the sanest mind.
Taking all the adults
and leaving the children far behind.

The words set out before them
decided to break free.
And as the story nearly ended
it took them all but three.

The three that read until the end
were Strength and Will and Fate.
They opened up the words of time
although it was to late.

Their minds were weak and tattered
as the words had took their toll.
They closed the book forever
before they lost their sole.

The book so large and evil
lay for a thousand years
Until a page was opened
and let out all its fears.

Now man has gone forever
the words don't mean a lot.
Just leather words and pages
the universe forgot.

The Story Book.3 The Beginning

A million years had passed in time
while the book lay undisturbed.
Its bindings were week and withered
but the tales still lay unheard.

Twas then a passing traveler
from a distant star.
Opened the book in wonder
Letting the words spill out near and far.

The letters did amaze him
thou not in his native tongue.
But still he understood them
The new world had just begun.

The stranger took the age old book
and sealed it in a glass case.
And with the children from his land
he started a new human race.

The words had lingered endlessly
until he came along.
And now the Earth rejoiced
as it song the same sweet song.

The book was all about nature
and how it made the land
And all the little creatures
that lived at Gods own hand.

Now the land was a peace again
as the strangers made their way.
Toiling in the fields of corn.
And drying out the hay.

Now God looked on in wonder
at this green and pleasant land.
As he had been the power
That laid the book at hand.