Tattered Bindings

Tattered, withered and covered in dust, lied atop of a shelf nearly out of sight. Never read and painfully neglected, never did it see light.
The pages are verily legible and the outdated paper has worn thin. So unused and forgotten that mold has developed on this books old brim.
There is no denying that this books worth seems equal to a morsel of coal, It would seem that no one would notice if it was denied being whole.
However, within this book lied the stories of legend, of dragons, demons, and brave heroes too. Of those who would stand for justice, and all that evil could brew.
Stories of famed heroes and villains and of the great feats that they would unfold. This book is far more than a mouthful, the end of the rainbow, the sweet pot of gold.
Many will search for thousands of miles and not one will find a story as grand. So then why has this book been neglected? Why has it been left in the sand?
Is it not sad to see such well-designed book, a truly magnificent creation; be so strongly unread and most absurdly unused, and pass behind all inclination?
What has caused this peculiarity, why has inspiration lost power? Why is this dusty book doomed to watch as the clock strikes each hour?
It’s true that this book is just a memory and its inspiration dead.
Because it’s impossible to love a book which you have never read.