I am not mortal
For I live within the pages of novels
In the words carried on the wind by authors long dead
By my very own creation
In my own imagination
In yours
I live on
Long past the time my bones crumble
Leaving dust in their wake
I am not mortal
For I live within the pages of novels
In the words carried on the wind by authors long dead
By my very own creation
In my own imagination
In yours
I live on
Long past the time my bones crumble
Leaving dust in their wake