Eight Dreams Wandering

I.
Beg and borrow,
Little flame,
Turn the page and write your name.

II.
Books on shelves bent double down to kiss sweet dust upon the ground.

III.
You,
Who have wandered aimless,
Found a library among the nameless
And for the lost,
And for the dead,
So write your name with-

IV.
Silk and thread.

V.
Cryptographic clues follow silent steps leading:
Before the morning comes, falls, lays bleeding

VI.
Last decimal point before the coming storm,
Dew drops fell and cry forlorn.
Take one last look at oaken door.
Take one last book and beg for more.

VII.
Into the darkness: hallucination;
Come, my lady! My salvation!
I am lost but now am found,
Follow star, not wind, not sound.
Have you been watching me, my heart?
Have you seen me being ripped apart?
Vile creature, a dream within,
I swore to never be here again.

VIII.
Were you so blind to think your debt paid?
You beholden creature,
Just run away.