a letter from a notable source

[Verse 1]

Dear friend, I write to you swiftly

With scarlet ink and a woe

My note will be fleeting

But promise while reading

To hang on to every word

All the days are forgetting

They told me I was alone

But leafing through pages

Does nothing for aged

Fingers that work to the bone

Through the archway

Where the book spines fold

They will show you the way

This study cramped and musty

A coffin to call my abode

Each cold glance I've earned

Passing through me I've learned

Not to trust those that make it a home

I met a ghost that tended a garden

They showed me their most prized marrow

Tendons and teeth

Amongst pale meadowsweet

Seeds of doubt are beginning to grow

Through the archway

Footprints cremated to smoke

They will show you the way