The Black Book

For those who don’t know the black book is a symbol of hope and wisdom among those who call themselves my true friends. It was a concept me and some of the very few people that I know to be the other kind, came up with in order to preserve thoughts the same way Dumbledore did through his pensive. But this isn’t just about memories , it is about dreams , it is about brave thoughts and about everything that you wish you had an answer for. So when we first ran through this idea with there was a beautiful picture in the future that i dreamed (lucidly). And after a long time that lucid dream came alive and finally I could put in some worlds to explain that moment of wonder.

 

I walked towards the closet,

I opened to look inside,

I stared at the old black book lying

And the silver pen beside.

 

With a shaky hand I opened,

The creaking sound of the spine,

And all of a sudden memories,

Through the faded ink began to shine.

 

Through,

The songs of hope,

Of broken dreams and words of wisdom,

Flowing psychedelic streams

 

Together they formed,

That one great song,

And I reached that special state,

Where I once belonged.

 

I had fallen upon a pensive,

I had glimpsed upon utopia,

I could hear the righteous sermons,

And could sense my senses near

 

And as I glade through my thoughts,

Chromatic vibrations everywhere,

Within me a newer man had risen,

And was never going to disappear.

 

For

The songs of hope,

Of broken dreams and words of wisdom,

Flowing psychedelic streams.

 

Together they solved,

That one great wrong,

And I reached that special place,

Where I once belonged.

 

I closed that book,

I walked away,

I knew that the book would come in use,

On such another rainy day.

 

With a strong heart I moved away,

The book lay still as black,

For it had a life beyond us all,

And would help mortal souls fight back.

 

With,

The songs of hope,

Of broken dreams and words of wisdom,

Flowing psychedelic streams.

 

Together they resolved,

Like castling the king and the rook,

As the stories of colorful hues,

Ran through the dark pages of the

Black Book.

**

 

Cheers!

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