[Lawtan]

As the whipper-winds cast out the leaves,
Over the doors of the Library of the Seas,
Up walks the Guardian of written words,
Stepping on creaking stairs to the Otherworlds,
With a electro-wax candle and a robe of Dapper,
The curious Librarian explores the sounding pit-patter,
With an old rusted key to an unopened door,
Lawtan turns and enters the Attic Floor,
What is this sound of haunting fey
Of buzzing bees and ivory echo-rings?
The window - it is opened!
In it spins free,
The invisible creature of spoken word,
An eternal dance beyond the realm of sight,
The Ruler of Record has stormed the Library this Hallow's Night




Image by: Joseph Brauer