She lay on
Her bed
Buried in
Another world,
Afloat on a voyage
Against the sands of time.

Sometimes just
A spectator,
Wandering through,
A silent witness
To the events that unfold.
She shed tears
When dear souls departed.

At times she
Was the mouth
Of the story.
The stabs at the
Protagonist wounded her
She felt the excruciating
Pain, a death within life.

She wandered
Along the windy moors,
She reigned in
Palaces of yore,
She fought
Many wars,
She loved and lost,
She lived many lives
All within the
Confines of her room.

A journey that began
From the first page
And lingered
In her mind forever.





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