The collection of books is such a sea,
a play ground for the scholarly,
to hold a page that will not burn your eyes,
who would not give up such a prize?
Despite the vastness of this mystery,
and all the people who will come to see,
there's...
C.s. lewis, Drreverb, Library, Neko boy, Oxford, Poem, Poetry, lonely, sonnet
-b-man spun back seeing a young neko boy run towards him, he was covered in dust and ash-"what in the?" -the young boy grabbed b-mans left leg tightly- "hurry! please! some bad people my..!"
Death, Fantasy