I’ve heard my quarry lives here
In the mountains of books
Where shelving rows bloom
in full foliage of colored spines
It lies in wait
Ready to pounce
On unsuspecting minds
But shy of those who seek it
It runs away
It buries itself in leaves of pages
Camouflaged by simplicity
In ink-pen drawings of Shonen Manga
and the marvelous antics of hero comics
It hides it’s call in heart-broke sighs
Of teen romance or silly songs
It hides and waits, then shows itself
Not to the worthy, the great, or the wise,
But those who are ready to see it:
The foolish, the small, the humble
The peasant, the noble, the king
Some see it and say it is goodness
It’s beauty, it’s pure and it’s right
While others who reel in revulsion
Say it’s ugly, corrosive and foul
It’s all things to all, and nothing to none-
And my hunt has just begun.
About the Creator
Judah LoVato
My collection of sometimes decent writing
Which I've left "there" for seekers to seek
Though I lack the grandeur of that Pirate King
Perhaps these pebbles can be a light
In this life, this laughing tale
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