Time draws to a close
The end of the chapter looms
The sorcerer shakes his head as the pages turn ....
He no longer believes in the dead
Spells hidden ... written into the fabric
Confound him
Upset his biorhythms
Raptures spoken by beings of power ...
Confuse him
He no longer feels like himself anymore ...
The land changing before his eyes
Its landscape shifting like a chameleon
The words shape shifters in disguise
Whispering on the wind venom
Hiding what is clear ...
But he sees only the wood
The desert hides the footpaths of the ancients
That which he seeks
The land barren through his eyes ...
A cobra rears almost at the point of striking
He is compelled to read the prologue
He is puzzled
For the snake was never part of the story ... nowhere
Then he understands ...
He turns to the front cover
He loses his page
Watching the dragon on the front ...
He sees it reach over to the king
And then he hears it speak its sickly words ...
It was then he went to sleep
That the knight betrayed the master
And his sorcery was destroyed
For his eyes were then deceived ....
He saw not what had befallen the land
He saw only what the evil wanted him to see
What they want all the readers to see
He gleaned then the deception
The frequency which they transmit
A rapture to deceive
For nothing has been concealed
It is merely the eyes which have been taken by the rapture
The land has never changed
Even though ... in the story the ancient stones have been destroyed
And a masquerader peoples given the land
A false history written into a manifesto which is false and deceiving
A realm once magical lain bare by evil ...
Then as the chapter closes again
Somewhere at random within the story
The mighty sorcerer understands
Sees it time to leave behind the library
To venture to another place ....
More books to find to read
More raptures to discover which deceive
For darkness lurks in most hidden depths
Choosing the libraries of fables
The past histories of man ....
Somehow he will succeed
To pass the knowledge on to his dreamer
To those trapped parts of himself
Those quicksilver globes still trapped
Those tiny traces which still elude him ...
Somehow they will know to realise
That which is before their mortal eyes
It not what it seems
For raptures are written in the signals they hear
To cause them to react in the way the lizards wish
And ... the dragons fear discovery
Their identities hidden ... within human kind
Forced to cluster in places of former history to survive
In the memories of what was
To create loops in the stories to ensnare
For that is the only way they can survive
To create beings of power alive in the story
Which never exist outside ... beyond the fabric of the books ....
--- Matthew James 2006
