The Keeper of the World’s Books
The Keeper of the Books
Lives wherever, anywhere, anytime there is any book
A shadow in the libraries, bookcases and deep dark hidden shelves
Every last book
He is betrothed to help and is in his sacred keep
He knows every word written in fresh black ink
Book, chapter, paragraph and verse
Every single word
The Keeper of the Books
He has always been in the long lurking tall shadows
Since before time began
Nurturing language, science, ideas, imagination, pictures and thoughts
From images on the cave walls to the most significant books written and thousands of years old scriptures
In this world that also contains beautiful music notes
A keeper of the notes that only Mozart’s genius hand wrote
A keeper of Art
He holds the earliest picture in the many trillions of unknown books
Yet, to be discovered and uncovered
The Keeper of the Books
He is the keeper of the spoken word
From papyrus paper to words written in stone
The newspapers with propaganda and untruths
The Book Keeper keeps hold of both truth, lies and guilt
So we have the knowledge to decide our own minds
He cries tears when evil spirits rip and burn his sacred books
Depriving children of nursery rhymes they truly love
Is The Keeper of Books just another fairytale, legend or myth of our wide and varied imagination?
Yet, I snook a peek
A black hooded shadow sitting on my book
The Keeper of the Books keeping hold of my only book
I love
My poetry book
Maybe he was taking a sneaky little look?
The Keeper of the World’s Books
Toria
19/5/2022
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