The calling!

I roamed in the unknowst roads,

hoping to discover that i have no clue of!

But each time the road diverged,

tempting is the road not taken!

Before i could decide i felt the pull,

of a amiable but powerful stream!

I felt like breathing again,

after catching the whiff of soul!

An all too familiar calling,

of a musty antique book shop!

Picture credits : Sunshine28 , oolostentity , Aconitum-Napellus , gitoku  and creativemikey from Deviantart 

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I wrote the above post for Write tribe's Festival of words Day-3 prompt "Books" .

Twist of fate

The book centuries old,
the first copy ever made,
passed down through his will,
as planned for the greater good,
to overcome the gravest circumstances.

To the fated students he entrusted,
to make the right choice,
the gravity of each overwhelming,
the way to destroy evil, and
the temptation to conquer death.

As she opened the old book,
rare, torn and broken,
its mystique made known,

The deathly Hallows

by the smell of old book,
captivating and enchanting.

There it laid bare,
the key to it all,
though scribbled in code,
for them to unfold,
the guiding light to their destiny!

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The above post was written for the Write tribe's the smell of old books prompt
Inspiration: "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" from Harry Potter series

Picture Credit :: neverxlight.deviantart.com