Books, books, they line my shelves
With magical stories of faeries and elves
With six-legged goats and space-flying boats
To the subtle beaches and shells
They tell of violet planets and highs
Mystical creatures with ruby red eyes
A sparkling star, trapped in a jar
That yearns to return to the skies
Words that speak of blood stained nights
Where knives are thrown in deadly fights
Where the curtains are drawn till the break of dawn
Till everything stays but the frights
Tales that see the vampires crowned
The humans and victims tied and bound
Till the sun hits the sky and the vampires die
And the legend is buried and found
And of course the tales where the roses are red
Where the violets are blue and the couple are wed
Where the water it shines like sweet tasting wines
But you've got to take care where you tread
And sometimes the light from the sun is all
To make the eastern mountains topple and fall
Where the flowers, they bloom, from the light of the moon
And the fleckled night birds, they call
Books, books, my time they reap
Then all too soon I am forced to sleep
Where the lover, she wails
And the climber, he fails
And the daydreams and nightdreams
They creep
