by madtat29Farmington, New Mexico, USA
Jul 2014 579 Views 10 comments
The Book
The pen...
began to move on it's own,
It wrote a book of lies,
Full of fancy, frilly things
in sinister disguise,
The eyes followed every word
in horror and dismay,
The story stood all on its own,
Turning every page,
Entranced and enthralled
at the sight of it all,
I had to be amazed,
How long I watched
the spectacle ?,
Hours, maybe days,
But in the end I realized,
It was the devils work,
And wanting no part of diabolical deeds,
I turned my back on the book...
began to move on it's own,
It wrote a book of lies,
Full of fancy, frilly things
in sinister disguise,
The eyes followed every word
in horror and dismay,
The story stood all on its own,
Turning every page,
Entranced and enthralled
at the sight of it all,
I had to be amazed,
How long I watched
the spectacle ?,
Hours, maybe days,
But in the end I realized,
It was the devils work,
And wanting no part of diabolical deeds,
I turned my back on the book...
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Posted: Jul 2014
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Comments (10)
Most enjoyable.....
Mick.
Have a good day. Catch you later. Your Friend always....MIKE.