The last Book
I'm drawn to perdition
Allured by the word
I write,on my page
By reading these words
The title is silent
An unspoken word
As I open,the bindings
I unlock a world
I entered in silence
A mystical world
Written,on pages
With spellbinding words
Parched are the pages
Letters and words
Absorbing,my eyes
My mind and my world
I turned over pages
Beckoned to worlds
Enticed,by the flow
Of the transient words
Then full of dread
On heeding the words
I am,drawn in
From out of this world
I fall to the last
My page in the book
There, next to others
Dare you take a look