Library Beneath the desert

 

Somewhere there is a temple of secrets

A sort if shrine to forgotten delights

buried beneath the clenched fist of the earth,

buried deep

 

Wonders and lost mysteries

spanning for miles in all directions

Shelf upon shelf lined with books

Books of leather, books of cures and curses

 

Whispers radiate from the leafy and aged pages

Whispers eithout a singular ear to listen

Whispers of lore and loss

Whispers of rhyme and rhythm

 

Aztec sacrifices to long dead Gods

Architectual blueprints of castles and crypts

Complex sketches of a machine with bird-like wings

Recipes to cure every possible ailment or deffect

 

Long since concealed from the greedy palm of man

Books seem to glow with the grassy light of envy

No longer capable of tollerating man's foolishness,

The library was engulphed by a great sand serpent

 

For many cycles of fire and frost shall pass

Many empires will rise and fall such as the phoenix does

Many shall traverse the havans

Many shall be burneed or hung or drowned

 

The library shall sleep forevermore 

Unconcerned with the follies and fallouts of man

For the library listens only to whispers

The library beneath the desert