Reading

I lost myself among the pages,
Black ink sweeping in strokes so bold,
Ancient tales,
Of love and tragedy,
Of futures in teacups foretold,
Bated breath as the dragons fell,
And darkness claimed the lands,
Beautiful the princess' hands,
Wherein lay the prince's once lost soul,
Each turning page,
Every rustling sheet,
Brings back joy,
That was lost to reality,
Till to the end of the book I reach,
I stare blankly at the walls,
And remember the book's parting speech.

~Rei Shiori