A cover painted black

With pages of words told.

A story is never told.

It’s a great story indeed,

But a traveler goes in with greed.

They hold the pages in their hand.

Their mind blank like a dead man.

They don’t understand the words and letters being used.

They speak but not the language they sing.

A traveler is new.

They may not understand,

The great worship of man,

But they will learn with every step they take

A new journey will show to be the end.