A Book


A book's beginnings ...
And unknown endings ...
Are not innate ...
They're drawn by fate ...
What's in the pages ...
Divined by sages ...
Is not what's willed ...
It's what you guild ...
So be aware ...
It's not your stare ...
And not your thought ...
But how you've fought ...
That fills the pages ...
And tells the stories ...
About your glories ...
And of your sorrows ...
And how you waited ...
For your tomorrows ...
Of better times, death and more sorrows ...

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