some say i'm outdated, a thing of the past

some say i'm an antiquity never meant to last

it's no secret, i'm being wiped out and i'll soon be dead

but please do this for me one last time before i fade

open my leatherbound covers, take a deep breath

know that i who is in your hands shaped civilisation's path

deceitful as it may be, i am more than just papers and ink

there's stardust about me, you'll miss it if you blink

pick a sentence, read it out, savour the taste of the words

feel the breeze in your hair and the song of the birds

with each page your eyes dance across, the further we'll go

we'll waltz through the night, into the place only we know

around us, protagonists and antagonists springing to reality

the story'll unravel as will your wings, we'll be defeating gravity

as we clamber up the beanstalk to the sky, please remember to thank jack

we just might see the euphoric cow when we fly to the moon and back

and when your eyes are cast with lead and your body grows weary

we'll teleport back home by the grace of a silver fairy

i'll kiss you goodnight and tuck you into bed

your head ringing with the magical words you read

we're done. i'm sorry if that was a terrible bore.

i know all things die, just as in generations before

but ask your heart: can you really bear to lose

the one thing that blurs lines between good and evil, love and hate, war and truce?

so even if screens and clicks outlive me

at least let my tapestries live on in your memory

physically, i may die, but my stories'll stay

and i promise i'll be waiting to whisk you away