By Nathan Jones
In our world of legends and myths,
We never believe a thing.
Only until the rumors spread,
And tales begin to spring.
Should you choose to understand,
The fate of another's visions.
Or refuse to become the ones,
Inside the deep and dark incisions.
Once a theory makes a buck,
It invites itself into your head.
Keeping you thinking and wondering,
Of the secrets beneath your bed.
As you were in the light of dawn,
You never notice those who look.
They may remain completely absent,
Until you close your eyes and shut the book.