I dropped it back and onward walked

Into a room that made me gawk;

A shelf stood at the far end marred

And full of books that had been charred;



Pictures hung upon the walls

One with an image of dark strange halls;

Another with an interesting map

That made a noise when I did tap;



With further study I saw a book

Sitting alone and which I took;

Inside I found a strange odd thing

An image of a man speaking.



I only knew he wanted a page

To free him of his pulpy cage;

He faded away to static blank

And there I stood not knowing what to think.



Leaving this library, I left to explore

The outside where a rocket was moored;

Back I went and found a cool

Wooden model boat sunk in a pool;