ORV inspired poem

[xuduxixi]

You ventured out to the world
Made with white spaces and blackened words,
You lived a life like no other,
And you wished that it was forever.

Ultimately, the pages are not infinite;
Once you opened its cover, being lost is definite.
This is a curse of a good book:
It leaves you naked in the freezing brook.

However, don't be too crestfallen,
Because a story only ends once forgotten.
You can relive those happy moments
While once again, gently turning its pages.

If the first read lets you see the hero's will,
The second will let you witness the villain's tears.
And after dozens of adventures,
You'll become part of that world's allure.

Read, Reread, Relive

—g.sloth