I caught you,
In a glance.
Between chapters,
Between words.

I read you,
But couldn't really read you.
I found you,
But couldn't really see you.

You came just in time,
To save his life,
For the protagonist,
Had found defeat.

The author's charm,
To destroy it all,
So that you would,
Build it up again.

And now the narrative,
Had found it's muse.
The pages wrote themselves.
The Writer had nothing to do,
But watch it all unfold.

The happy ever after,
Was pages away.
All thanks to you,
The girl in the storybook,
Who made his world complete.

A story read,
A thousand times.
Yet every word is new.

The bookmark placed,
In perfect grace.
Leading me to you.

The turn of the page,
Revealed your photograph.
Words defined,
What the camera couldn't catch.

The sun took a bow,
As the moon took the stage.
The crowd began to thin,
As she thought,
'Always the understudy,
Never the star'.

Run. Run.
Puff. Puff.
Run. Run.
Sip.

The daily life,
Of a slaving *****.
A sip of coffee,
A drag of the cancer stick.
And so the daily ritual begins.

The mail box beeps,
In a rhythmic beat,
The type of sound,
That makes you feel,
Like the back of your brain,
Just met a window pane.

Tring. Tring.
Shuffle. Shuffle.
Tring. Tring.
Click.

Pretentious people,
Pretend to be friends,
The knife behind their hands,
The smile plastered in.

The daily meetings,
The usual pains,
With the motor mouthed,
Sweet tongued *****.

Gulp. Gulp.
Slurp. Slurp.
Gulp. Gulp.
Hic.

The day ends as usual,
With a bottle,
What a kick.

As you swaddle over,
To that one room pit,
That you call home,
And see only in a swill.

Beep. Beep.
Tap. Tap.
Beep. Beep.
BANG.

You wished it over,
But the ritual just began.

The foggy sky,
Painted in hue.
Of grey and white,
And a hidden blue.

The world is covered,
From head to toe,
With creatures undiscovered,
Like a dragon mole.

So venture carefully,
For you may find,
A Saber-toothed squirrel,
Or flying mice.

Carry your sword,
And a little potion too,
For the world needs saving,
And it's looking at you.

Through dangerous tunnels,
And on top of bridges you flew.
Your enemies lie defeated,
As you soldier through.

But alas your adventure,
Has come to an end.
By the voice unforgiving,
Announcing "get off at this station".

And as you walk,
Into your office space,
You see suited strangers,
The same you see everyday.

You avoid the mirror,
For what it shows,
The you that got defeated,
By villainous growth.

'Twas the night before Christmas,
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse;

Now cut to an Agency,
(It makes for a great shot too)
Where men scurry around,
(There could be mice too).

Joy through the world,
Blares loud on a speaker,
Along with abuses,
Thrown at a receiver.

For here we save lives,
That's exactly what we do.
For imagine if for once,
No one told you what to do.

Turkey and Ham,
Warm bowls of stew,
Are what we are selling,
And we've got Santa too.

Wish you a Merry Christmas,
And a great New Year,
Is what we will be saying,
As we churn a brief or two.