The Book

Its cover creaking open

Tempting me to look

I glanced across the room and saw

A rather ancient book

Its pages old and brittle

Its cover cracked and worn

The writing fading off its pages

Its spine was split and torn

I slowly crossed the room

And bent down just to see

I asked the book its secrets

And it began to talk to me

It told me of long lost times

And of their Queens and Kings

It showed me ancient lands

Upon its paper wings