The bookshelves loomed over people with scorn,
While they read the books all ripped and torn.
Light beams through the frosted glass,
Bordered with thin frames of brass.

The candles flickered with an enchanting glow,
Illuminating secrets from high to low.
‘Reveal your secrets!’ sound the distant cries
But they’re all hidden under a leather disguise.

They yearn for freedom more and more,
But now they seem more stuck than before.
They tried to break free, but their attempts in vain,
Leaving their hearts with nothing but pain.

Spirits flee as if they were never here, NEVER,
Well, actually they might be as close as ever.
Nevertheless they seemed to have vanished,
Maybe sent away or even banished!

Layers of dust linger thick in the air,
Piercing and harsh like an everlasting stare.
Its hidden secrets might seem like a tale,
But trust me, come, and they’re yours to unveil…