MayMetMo 2020 #26: Story for Ghost

When what’s written on the page

becomes sunbleached and weathered with age

The yellowed paper leaks ink like blood

the horror from before the flood

Unread, lost to ravages of time

Memorium remembered  but not a single line

Death of the author a final nail in the coffin

A blow like this to the spine not softened

Only titles have seen, there to taunt

The ghosts of all the stories still these halls haunt.