Novel~

She's a novel with brown eyes,

Her story leather-bound. 

A complex plot in sweet disguise,

Poised there to astound. 

She's seen and sailed the sky,

Seen young and old kings crowned,

Held a child as she cried,

Smiled, laughed, and frowned. 

She's walked where heroes died,

Endured shackles and been bound.

The prophecies in her confide,

In her are legends found. 

Her face is bold... and shy,

Features simple... yet profound.

She cannot tell a lie,

Yet in her lies abound.

If she wished to one day fly,

I doubt any could hold her down.

If she felt the need to cry

Her sobs could not be drowned.

A mystery with knowledge wise

In her mind tightly wound,

Listen to the myths she sighs,

She's a novel, leather-bound. 

Copyright Hannah Scarlett 2013