Songs without singers
They sit on the shelves
Tomes of heroics
Stocked by li'l elves

A graveyard of thoughts
An old mausoleum 
Paper like grain flakes
And no eyes to see them

A pity- a shame
An intellect crime
Content so wasted
They're battered by time

Years spent in writing
A lifelong endeavor
A bonfire of vowels
An ending so clever