My Neverending story

Old bookstore,
my safe haven.
land of untold tales and adventures.

Running from bullies to my favorite place,
A large book falls from the shelf in front of me. I grab it and run to the school. I sit up in the attic with a flashlight in my hand and begin to read.

Tales told of ancients old,
and sacrifices made.
Boys grown to men
and lost to sin
and restored full once again.

The story grasped me like nothing before.
Nothing tearing away a land of fantasy.
A boy must save the princess.
I am that boy.
Her name is now Moonchild.

My Neverending story.