He bought his first book at the age of five,
The story of medieval warfare.
Another world came vividly alive.
A kin of dragons emerged from its lair,
An ancient and omnivorous wyrm
Penetrated the boy through his pupils
And thusly he began to read and learn
Of all the world’s glories and its ills.
Seventy years later his library
Lines every wall in his home’s every room.
There are books of inexorable doom,
A room devoted to lore of faery,
Even a shelf of books penned with a quill.
He hasn’t read them all and never will.
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