copper walls surround the broken TVs
the left over paper and the forgotten leaves
hues of gold and washed up pink
the blood of rats and spilled ink

it's an old place where snakes hide
and people go missing and monsters hike
the circle under the hole in the ceiling
made a pattern and symbols of meaning

the shapes on the walls made no impact
the place still cried and the walls cracked
around midnight the snakes turn into books
the old library fixes it's crooks
and goes into a dimension where the people would be mentioned
and the snakes no longer are, the left over paper
the words become the monsters that have lived in the circle
and the circle becomes the life that we had wished for