In the Library

In crumbling books on dusty shelves
I seek my destiny
I follow traces of a ghost
An eldrich melody
It came upon a midnight deep
And led my mind astray
Has taken root inside my heart
And never goes away

By candlelight I sit and turn
The pages of the past
The cornerstones of empires great
And towers built to last
The kings and queens who carved their names
Into these castle walls
Have all been mighty in their day
But names outlast them all

So many tried to change the world
By force of ink and quill
For patient is the parchment scroll
And frail the mortal will
This house of crumbling history
It has a tale to tell
The spoken word alone prevails
As it becomes a spell.

Hintergrund

Eine geisterhafte Melodie hat den Helden dieser Geschichte in tiefer Nacht in eine alte Bibliothek gelockt. Dort sitzt er nun, im diffusen Kerzenschein, zwischen antiken Büchern und Folianten. Welche magische Erkenntnis wird er finden?