Books

A book is not important

It is a rectangle on a shelf.

But a story is full of questions

Things I whisper to myself.

A story is full of magic

And things that hiss and bite.

But if you delve deeper

You’ll see things darker than night.

A heart full of darkness

A claw sharper than a knife.

A see those beady eyes,

Then I run for my life.

But these dangers are just stories

Things I cannot touch.

And a story is inside a book

And I know I’ve read too much.

A book is nothing at all

Just another useless thing.

But never forget the stories

And the dangers that they bring.