Prompt 008: The Hyperion and The Library
Title Knowledge is Power, People Come and Go.
Author Wereleopard58
Rating PG
Word Count 123, 108
Prompt 008
Pairing (if any) The Library, The Hyperion
Knowledge is Power
People say that the slayer was what killed the vampires, the demons and the prophecies but it wasn’t. It was knowledge that I hold in my books.
I am the one you come to for studying and for fun. I can confuse you with numbers or take you to another time, place, or even world. I am the place that fuels your imagination and your fantasies. I contain all the knowledge that you will ever need to know.
However, I am the last thing that you think off when you hand out all the facts, all the people that enter through my doors get the recognition and no one ever thinks of where all that information came from. It was all from me.
People Come and Go
My swinging doors open and close non-stop. Some come with dreams, fantasies, lies, and just business.
My existence is purely here for them for quick stop over, for midnight rendezvous, celebrations, for conceptions, for weddings and for death. I am in paintings, in photographs and memories. I am part of every single one those families.
People have stayed a long time; some should have left long ago. I hear their whispers and their screams. I see all and know all but I am silent. Those secrets will be kept within these walls even when they knock me down brick by brick and I will be long forgotten.
The End
Author Wereleopard58
Rating PG
Word Count 123, 108
Prompt 008
Pairing (if any) The Library, The Hyperion
Knowledge is Power
People say that the slayer was what killed the vampires, the demons and the prophecies but it wasn’t. It was knowledge that I hold in my books.
I am the one you come to for studying and for fun. I can confuse you with numbers or take you to another time, place, or even world. I am the place that fuels your imagination and your fantasies. I contain all the knowledge that you will ever need to know.
However, I am the last thing that you think off when you hand out all the facts, all the people that enter through my doors get the recognition and no one ever thinks of where all that information came from. It was all from me.
People Come and Go
My swinging doors open and close non-stop. Some come with dreams, fantasies, lies, and just business.
My existence is purely here for them for quick stop over, for midnight rendezvous, celebrations, for conceptions, for weddings and for death. I am in paintings, in photographs and memories. I am part of every single one those families.
People have stayed a long time; some should have left long ago. I hear their whispers and their screams. I see all and know all but I am silent. Those secrets will be kept within these walls even when they knock me down brick by brick and I will be long forgotten.
The End