I watch the books burn.

I see the vast dicionarys being eaten alive,

The motherly cookbooks becoming enfulged by fire,

The helpless childrens stories turning into dust,

The ancient volumes becomeing surrounded by light.

Last but not least, countless novels, infinate knowledge

Becoming ash, dust and embers.

Knowledge sent to the void to be completely forgotten.


I take such fierce joy in this I thought as I wiped the sweat from my face...