Unfold The Untold
Visitor to a desolate and decrepit house,
stood derelict and despondent without human spouse,
wayward lighting creeping from the walls,
illuminating an eerie passage down its halls.
Wandering in the sitting room I spot a bookshelf,
A vast vat of knowledge and mind wealth,
yet set atop of a dusty veneered armoire,
sits a magical musty lacquered grimoire,
filled to brim with fantasy tales,
with narrator ready; the story regales.
Decaying papyrus crumbling once recited,
almost as if flint-sparked and ignited,
with the flames of desire and passion,
of the author’s imagination, flair and fashion.
Written in such delicate scripture,
it tells of a sweet princess so demure,
of dragons with breath so famously flamed,
with fairies melodramatically and magically framed,
multiple mounted knights creating ensiform shadows,
as seraphim cast dayglow light from soul-plated halos,
fighting ghastly depraved demons made from bone.
So much unseen glory in this mouldy old tome,
where action and romance is never doused,
whilst energy and emotion is constantly aroused,
its inspiration food and aspiration fuel,
does turn me into a property fool,
because as this untold prose does unfold,
this abode for sale, now bid for and sold!
poem by Dale Mullock
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