A tale of two

There's a story,
It lays untouched.
By now it's covered in dust and grim,
And it's pages frail and yellowed by age.

Between this gimmy dust painted cover,
Lays the unfinished tale of two.

The author,
The creator,
The maker,
Of these two creatures,
Has died by now, long, long ago.

And this story,
That was saftely tucked away from the eye of others,

Was forgotten,
Unknown to anyone.

So this tale sits unread,
Waiting for the comfort of a quill pen,
And the old shaky hands of its master,
But to never be opened again.

The Tale of Two,
Buried,
Concealed,
Hidden,
In its hidding place,
Known only by the the author,
The creator,
The maker,
The dead man.

Author notes

well i came up with the idea after I thought of my unfinished chapter...and then thought of the unfinished story. So props to Crimson for giving me an idea! lol!