Poem: The Librarian (Horror Story in Eight Stanzas of Haiku)

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I

rain drips from the eaves 
as thunder shakes the heavens 
the dead do not care 

II.

a lone candle sits
flame casts wandering shadows
restless in its wake

III.

dusty books on shelves
words are accumulated
but they have no voice

IV.

truth forever mute
hidden for no one to see
too dangerous for power

V.

the last bastion
keeper of forgotten age
hopes the sun will rise

VI.

a single wish flares
thread of history changes
for future children

VII.

for now darkness reigns
but the light only grows dim
watching and waiting


VIII.

red blood cools quickly 
the house becomes so quiet 
there's another ghost

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