Bibliophobia
For ages I secluded thou,
In a filthy, clumsy drawer.
Oh ! It's not a mere opus,
But an evil omen which rose.
Amidst bright, dazzling light,
Thy ink hovered as gloomy clouds.
And veiled me under a deadly phobia,
As it silently rung the sinister gong.
' The Zupic Scene ' ,
Inked with devil blood,
Tormented me with ghostly shadow,
And tuned the voice of hell !
The eternal treachery smirked,
By deserting a life of wonder.
O ! how a novel aroused a dread,
For hundreds and thousands of ways ,
By unveiling a dark , evil paradise !
