If a story lies unread
Does it's cliffhanger still hang?
Does the villain get his comeuppance?
The hero the girl?
Do the words live when there are no eyes to see?
Will the books breathe and tell their stories
When they rest upon shelves for all eternity?
Or at least until they turn to dust
Which we shall count as an eternity
For an object made of paper, ink, glue and leather
Until death do us part
For all time
Until the universe turns to dust
And all language is forgotten
Stories locked into words
Sealed inside books tight shut
Until eyes rest upon them
Unlocking their song once again
Does it's cliffhanger still hang?
Does the villain get his comeuppance?
The hero the girl?
Do the words live when there are no eyes to see?
Will the books breathe and tell their stories
When they rest upon shelves for all eternity?
Or at least until they turn to dust
Which we shall count as an eternity
For an object made of paper, ink, glue and leather
Until death do us part
For all time
Until the universe turns to dust
And all language is forgotten
Stories locked into words
Sealed inside books tight shut
Until eyes rest upon them
Unlocking their song once again
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