Library in the Desert

Library in the Desert

Somewhere there is a temple of secrets

A sort of 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 line with books

Books of leather, books of cures and curses

Whispers radiate from the leafy, aged  pages

Whispers without a singular ear to listen

Whispers of lore and loss

Whispers of rhyme and rhythm

Aztec sacrifices to long dead gods

Architectural blueprints of castles and tombs

Complex sketches of a machine with bird-like wings

Medicinal recipes for every imaginable ailment or defect

 

Long since concealed from the greedy palm of man

Texts almost glow with the grassy light of envy

No longer capable of tolerating man's foolishness

The library was engulfed by a great sand serpent

For many cycles of fire and frost shall pass

Many empires shall rise and fall with the likeness of a phoenix

Many storms shall traverse the heavens

Many shall be burnt or drowned or hung

The library shall sleep forevermore

Unconcerned with the follies and fall outs of man

For the library listens only to whispers

The library in the desert

Author's Note

This is my poem called library in the desert. I prefer to let the words paint a picture by themselves, so I'm afraid you wont find much in this description. Let me know what you think of it.