This book has enchanted me.
Seduced me into this journal.
Dreams of ink is all I see.
Words become images.
Vowels into owls.
Periods into starlight.
I have lost myself now.
Don't come in after me.
It's waiting to trick you.
The creature behind the page.
It loves his victims.
They never come prepared.
So carelessly they open the cover.
Unaware of what lies beneath.
A few pages turn into an hour.
An hour becomes a world.
Your mind can't let go.
The words won't disappear.
The spell will never break.
Until the creature has been pleased.
Walk away and you will return to it.
Close it and you will dream of it.
Salvation is only eight more pages.
The last word is around the corner.
Don't rush though, let it win.
For when you arrive at the end.
You finally realize the creature's name.
Author notes
I wanted to attempt a poem to make the reader think.
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