Sheaves of parchment and feathered quills,
Replace college ruled notebooks and ballpoint pens.
Leather bound with blood,
Replaces plastic hardcovers and paperbacks.
Kneazles and rats,
Replace dogs and cats.
What need I do,
Replace me too?
I am a woman of musty pages,
And inked words.
I am a lady of tomes,
And of light novellas.
I am a witch,
And I am a human.
I can replace neither,
I wouldn't wish to.
I can replace science with magic,
I shall not.
I can replace my old friends with new,
I had none.
This world gives to those that it encompasses,
As it takes from those that it suffocates.
It loves,
As it hates.
It welcomes with open arms,
As it shuns through closed doors.
It accepts all,
As it discriminates.
I am a part of it,
As I am not.