No titles, just names, Alexis and Astra,
Two bright young foals, a puck and an ether,
Both in search of adventures and treasures
Ventured down to the dungeon together.

They found the old husk of a library;
A scent of magic still strong in the air,
Ancient though the worn books happened to be.
The two approached these books, unaware.

Perhaps, they thought that great magic they’d learn.
Suddenly, from the puck’s hound gave a yelp,
Alexis and Astra made a sharp turn,
To see why the poor puppy might need help.

They could hardly believe the sight they saw:
Some books had begun to arise and float!
It seemed gravity was no longer law!
More worrisome still, a grudge they did tote…

All at once, the rest flew off of the shelves,
Frenzied and vicious, they moved in a swarm!
No more could they stare, each horse for themselves,
They try to run from the shrieking book storm!