the material that legends are made of

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Cursive writing faded and broken in places, like old lace

Is the material the legends are made of.

Old scrolls with family secrets to hide,

yellowing parchments with tales treasures and lies.

Brave seamen, and rocking boats,

with sails wide open to catch the storms,

And wooden trunks with iron corners, left to rust.

And an old woman wrinkled like the aging parchment,

with her shaking hands, and fogged up sight,

still roaming the drafty castle where she grew up.

Till her last breath she will not give up on the lost trunk.

The family best kept stories, and secrets, and legends,

She knows it is still there, in a forgotten room,

need to be open, discovered,  never passed on.

Will she find it? Is it even there?

When she will touch it with her trembling hands,

her heart beats hard and fast, tears roll down her

shriveled cheeks, will the ancient cursive writing

 break down in her hands, and the lines fall and submerge,

 in the thick layer of dust, will it be more horrid

 than her darkest nightmare, or bring her richness and lust?

Drafty castles, old women, and forgotten trunks.

Old parchments, with broken letters, and secrets to hide.

Brave seamen, and boats, and storms to fight.

All lead to hidden treasures, glamour and lust.

It is all there waiting for you, in that forgotten room,

In the winds swept crumbling castle, on the hill.

It’s the ultimate test for courage or inflated vain.