Ancient

Flipping through pages,
Musty, worn by years.
Lightly coffee-stained,
Spine coming undone.

The hard leather fades,
Overcome by dust.
Bright inks, green and blue,
Once covered pages.

But all has withered,
Rusting unto black.
Then-ornate pictures
Corroded by time.

Still, the words remain,
Withstanding ages;
Their meaning's steadfast,
Ancient, ever true.