The lights flashed off
As 200 people rolled past the library
And I felt the eyes of millions of characters
Watch with envy
All of their stories had climaxed
With resolutions of their own

The fog settled with the smell of fumes
The trees pushed for change
Someone got off the train.

At the bottom of the occult stacks
Their head bowed over an old book
Bathed in stories and passed
From magical hands to the next
Donated by an old estate to its current place
The words stirred on their tongue
Characters form from dust
Voices begin to echo

Footsteps travel outside
A new world brought to life