The Lore Lure

She sifts through the rows
Day by day,
longing to choose
a story to stay.
Epilogues,
One after the other she'd read,
But not a one
would evoke any feeling.
They, an endless salty sea,
Redundant and unquenching,
Were reshelved
For lack of mystery.

Then a curious cover,
misplaced and untouched,
Hooked her lip
And reeled her in close.
So unforgiving and unkind,
the charming fable
captured her mind
and left her blindly
browsing for a similar bind.

 

The End

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